My laptop broke for so now I am making work what I have. Hopefully it will be fixed soon. Sorry for not posting lately and hope this makes up for it.
Before I did not believe in anything that had to do with the paranormal and in fact I had lost all belief in it. However all that I knew and believed I began to have doubt in.
Last week I nearly had a heart attack at the sight that laid there in the floor before me. Matt's dead body was strung out all over the room in dismembered parts. Not the way I had remembered leaving it in. Perhaps I thought to myself this was his way at telling me something. What it was he was trying to tell me was far from my train of thought.
I stood in front of the doorway nervous. What was I supposed to do with a dead body? Much less a dismembered one. There was not much I could do. By now everything was run by Kira and what wasn't run by Kira was far too dangerous for me to attempt. I would just get rid of his body and think no more on it. Matt was dead and that was all I needed to be assured of at that moment to know that it was the right thing to do.
That night after I had finished disposing of the body in a vacant lot decided to rest. I had been getting nowhere with the Kira case and to be frankly honest I had to admit that with Matt around I had been doing better. Though that night I had been extremely bothered by something something that could not be explained in words. Knocking sounds I recall. A constant knocking that had not stopped since the first time I had been woken up by it.
I shook my head idly that night lying back down. I was just over stressed I told myself. It had to be it. There was absolutely nothing else that could have explained it. Nothing.
I wanted to believe that it was guilt as nights went on, the room growing colder, the electricity going out simultaneously, and I becoming sicker. Each passing day became worse. I wanted to believe in so much at that point, but was forced not to. It was different now. However I refused to believe that he was still alive. Spirit or not I refused it.
Perhaps that was the kind of thing that happened when people desert someone whom they love without truly knowing it.
I know that it is a short chapter and I wish I could have written more, but I would be very pleased if suggestions were made as to how I could improve it or just any ideas. :) Thankie! XD