The Sleeper

                   The Sleeper

 

 

 

            So you’re stumped, confused, lost and wondering.

 

A man, wearing dark blue jeans, black tank top, and black leather boots sits down and picks up the newspaper he laid there that morning. On the front page, is an article that caught his interest the most.

“Couple slain in small town mansion, heh…” his voice low and dark as he read the title. He then set it down back on the table and stretches as he looks out the window. It was a bright sunny day. The sky was crystal clear and the sun was glowing a bright gold, giving the trees a dull emerald glow. HE stands up and walks up the stairs and into the bathroom. He stands in front of the mirror and smiles staring at his reflection. His newly dyed black hair hangs in front of his face, his emerald green eyes glowed brightly as his black hair brought out their color.  He walks out of the room and back down the stairs and walks into the kitchen up to the fridge and opens the door. He grabs a small bottle of orange juice and opens it. There was a knock at the door, the man glares in the direction of the door and walks out of the kitchen.

“Who is it?” he asked, a sign of irritation was clearly in his tone.

“Detective Tusonie, I called earlier….” Responded the dim, low young voice on the other side of the door.

“Yea I know…what do you want?” asked the man as he walked up to the door.

“I wanted to ask you some questions….”
”Listen, I told you, I know nothing…”

“Yes, but maybe if I could ju..”

“No….now I’m alittle busy getting ready to go out…if you want come back later, I might be alittle more coherent then…”

There was a few seconds of silence.

“Is there something your hiding?”

The man with more irritation opens the door and glares at the brown haired brown-eyed detective.

“Listen, I’ve got nothing to hide, you already searched my house, and you already checked my alibis I don’t know what else you could want or need…”

The Detective looks down, “Something just doesn’t add up…”

“Well I can’t help you…now why don’t you go off and find the killer instead of crowding me and my house.

“Ok then….fine sorry to bother you…”

The man shuts the door and returns to the couch and sits down.  Detective Alex Tusonie is both old and new to the Detective profession. He’s been investigating the murder that happened in the town. He has questioned this man before and has gotten nothing on him. The murder happened two nights ago during a great storm. The couple was a blonde twenty-five year old women and a brunette twenty-three year old man. They were stabbed in their sleep and there was apparently no trace to whom did it. They questioned the women’s ex and the man’s best friend but he checked out for he was seen in his home all night. Though Detective Tusonie seems to think that he’s hiding something.  The man looks around and opens up his laptop.

 

 

                So, now you’re even more stumped, confused, lost and wondering no?

 

 

The man shuts his laptop and smirks. He gets up and looks around, wondering what to do now. The town has been in an up roar since the murder.  The man walked out to the front door and stood there, looking around the house. This house has many stories behind it. Families killed each other in it and people have killed themselves in it. No one knows why, they just did it. Some say this place is haunted, that the spirits of the damned flow through it. But this man hasn’t lost one marble since he’s been in it. Instead, he feels more at peace than ever before. He turns and walks back upstairs and into his bedroom. As he passed the dresser he heard a faint knocking noise. He turns and looks at the mirror on his dresser and tilts his head, he smirks as he walks back out of the room.

“Sorry it’s my time to shine pal…”

He walks down the stairs and into the leaving room, he yawns as he plops down on the couch. He rubs his eyes and opens his laptop and begins typing.

 

 

                Don’t worry, its all ok, everything will make sense soon enough.

 

 

                The man sighs and shuts his laptop. He sits there and gently taps his foot on the table and lays his head back and he gently shuts his eyes.

 

 

                “Its my time to shine.”

“You’ve done enough haven’t you?”

“Have I?”

“Yes…”

“I don’t think so”

“You’re a murderer”

“No, you are, I’m just the drive”

“I should have never came here”

“Regretting letting your fascination lead you here?”

“No, I’m regretting I didn’t have the guts to blow my own brains out”

“Aww but then I wouldn’t have gotten to have a great time the other night”

“Shut up”
”Hah you were always so weak and ran from your desires and feelings”

“Like you have any?”

“I do, I’m those desires and feelings you locked away, come on, admit it, your glad they’re dead”

“No..”

“Yes you are…”

“Shut up…”

“Hehe see you can’t lie to me Kyle.”