It was late and I had been drinking; not enough to be really drunk, just buzzed. The streets were empty and all of the bars and clubs were closed. I thought I was alone, but I would soon find out that I was completely wrong. It was a strange feeling, like I was being watched; but I figured that it was just the beer taking its toll on my mind considering the fact that there was no one there.
I woke up around noon with a splitting headache, one half of my hangover. I must have drunk a lot more than I previously thought. After taking a few aspirins-more than I needed-I decided to head outside. I opened up my door and looked down on my porch to see a small brown paper wrapped box. I looked around and picked it up. It felt light. It glanced around once more and brought the box inside.
It sat on my kitchen table for a few hours as I waited for the explosions in my head to stop. Eventually, I made my way over to the package and opened it up. In it, I found a small box with a DVD inside. It looked harmless so I decided to pop it in the DVD player. I wish I never had.
I saw myself on the video, killing a man. I didn’t know who he was. I stabbed him in cold blood. How could this happen? I sat back down and resumed my heavy drinking. I needed it now more than ever. After several hours, I sank into a deep depression. I didn’t think I could live with myself anymore. Why did I do it? What motivated me to kill a man in cold blood? That didn’t matter anymore. I called the police to turn myself in. They wouldn’t believe me. I sat in total silence, on the verge of tears. I had to do something, fast.
I decided to go back to the bar to try and find out what had happened. I got on the bus and sat in the back so I could see everyone. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched.
