The End.

What he saw were two words. Written right across the front door. The words were written in blood. Jason wondered if that was the blood of his wife. Suddenly he heard a noise behind him. He quickly turned around but nothing was there. Jason was terrified. He had never felt this much anxiety in his life. The words on the door were "You're next." That was it. Nothing else. All the lights in the house were turned off. It was pitch black. He was really scared but found enough curiousity in him to slowly open the door. If someone was in that house, he or she definitely heard Jason thanks to the loud squeak of the door. It always made that noise. Jason pulled out his phone and turned on his little flashlight. He was barely able to see anything. The first thing he did was sneak into the kitchen. There was nobody there. The house had this weird smell to it. Jason knew that something was.. off. Maybe he didn't have to look for the criminal. Maybe he came to Jason. He wanted to erase that thought instantly. When he looked around the kitchen he saw that one big kitchen knife was missing. Of course one thing crossed his mind but like the other thought he just wanted to forget it.
After looking around the mainfloor and the first floor, there was only one thing left to check. The basement. Jason could feel his fear growing. He had no other choice than to check. Obviously he could call the police again but he was scared that something would happen to his wife when the criminal heard the sirens. He openend the basement door. It was ever darker downstairs. He went slowly. Step by step. That lightbulb that was turned on was the only source of light beside his flashlight. Wait. The lightbulb. Jason had a flash of insight. The picture on his phone. It was the same lightbulb. When he reached the bottom of the staircase he looked around and suddenly saw a body. It was his wife. She was tied onto a chair. She wasn't lying on the floor like on the picture. That meant somebody was here. Jason felt more in danger than ever before. He started sweating again. He thought about his next movement. He thought he would get jumped if he just walked up to his lifeless wife. But he had to. He loved this woman to death. He would do anything for her. He had never seen his wife like this. He wanted to untie her but all of a sudden the lightbulb went out. Jason couldn't see a thing. It was also too dangerous to turn on the flashlight again. He wanted to feel her. He realized that he might had not much time left in his life. He touched his wife. And strangely enough, he felt a sense of happiness. A sense of content. A sense of love. Those feelings went away in a hurry when he heard footsteps. The footsteps came closer. Jason knew that it was soon to be over with him. "Why are you doing this to me and my family?!" Jason shouted with a lot of force in his voice. "For fun." was the dry answer of the criminal. It was a mature, manly voice. The footsteps came even closer. The man must've stood right in front of him. He knew his smell. It was a famous parfume. Before Jason could do anything, he felt a knife in his chest. He saw his life flashing before his eyes. Every memory he had. Every memory he wanted to make. Everything was just... gone. Out of reach. He fell to the floor, coughing. These were his last moments. "I.. I.. love you Baby." were the last words he ever said. His voice never was that soft and powerless. He closed his eyes and stopped breathing.
To this day this case never got solved.


Chris