I am going to keep pounding away on this keyboard, wishing it was a typewriter instead. I will keep typing away furiously, until all that had happened have been shaken out of my head and into somewhere else, someone else. And once I am done, as soon as they read it, they will keep me in a padded room where the jacket is white and tight. And they will make me “get better” with pills and therapies. Only, I don’t get better. And it doesn’t get any better. Not even for you. Because you have read what I have written. And what I have written was carefully wrapped in a spell, enveloped in a curse, packaged into something shiny or mysterious or pretty.
Tomorrow, I will be in the news. And a couple of weeks following that, there will be more news about mysterious deaths and mass paranoia. Everybody will make sense of these but they will never. And I will be laughing somewhere. And I know you’ll hear me then.
The tough-looking woman from housekeeping looked like she’d fare better in mud wrestling than being in this godforsaken hostel. Her square-jawed face was somber as she handed Jack a small piece of paper. “This one was found lying on the floor directly beneath the body.” She told him in a grave voice.
As if on cue, Jack looked up at the ceiling of the room where there was nothing now except for the black ceiling fan. He’d combed through the small, square room for the past hour, his headache chipping away at his temper. He was wondering why he’d been called to start investigating this case. A man in his early forties committing suicide in a lonely hostel in the outskirts of the island was not supernatural. Unless you consider his death note, there was not much to point it to the paranormal or the occult. His eyes ran over the paper again.
Tomorrow, I will be in the news. And a couple of weeks following that, there will be more news about mysterious deaths and mass paranoia.
Although he’d been working in Maroon City’s Paranormal Investigation Division (PID) for years, he could not help but feel an icy chill crawl up and down his spine as he re-read it.