3. Night number three - Late research.
The whole fiasco may seem like a joke to you, but I was scared out of my wits. I didn't go home, instead I booked a room at a hotel, far away from the house (Well, as far away as I could stand to walk) in which I sat upon the bed and closed my eyes, breathing slowly, and well... Just being. A while later there was a knock on the door, I sat bolt upright, almost killing myself there and then by choking on what only could be air, and going into a small fit of coughs as a young woman opened the door.
"Do you need anything...? Boss said you looked a little run down... Tea? Coffee?"
"Tea with two sugars if you wouldn't mind... Thank you."
Later still, I sat with a warm mug of tea and proceeded to shiver lightly as I turned on the computer at the far side of the room. Wincing at the bright light a little like a vampire, before getting up that great thing called google and searching for the man that I had seen.
I found some very interesting things that night, the first thing that I found, was this:
'January 13th 2015'
A suicide note.
'I'm scared that they'll blame me for his dirty work, but I'm not a killer, I would never be a murderer, and the only blood spilt tonight shall be my own.'
The second thing:
'I think he came whilst I was sleeping... The man with the red hands... He left nothing but the window open, and blood scattered... He took my daughters life, but left mine... I don't understand any longer... ~June 5th 2016~ An eye witness.
These were the only things that I found before I fell into a very deep sleep with my head lay on the keyboard and the computer still on.
