Midnight,
June, 28, 2001.
Dear Roy,
Please help me.
You must believe me. This time it is not my imagination. It's reality.
Today, I painted a painting of a murder scene. I painted a tragic death of a woman. I don't know what happened to me today and I painted for hours without taking any break. My hands and legs were numb but I didn't stop and kept painting.
I can't even explain the murder scene of the painting. It was too disgusting to look at and I really don't know how I finished painting that piece.
It's still in my studio that I rented. But that's not the reason I am sending this email to you.
The reason is..
When I came back from the studio, my apartment was completely dark without any light.
I switched on the lights and went to living room and I saw..
I saw the murder scene I painted in my painting the whole day, was in front of my eyes.
after only glancing at the scene i rushed to bathroom and emptied out everything I had in my stomach. It was beyond disgusting.
My whole apartment is full of flesh and blood. I am afraid to call anyone because I am afraid someone might record our call.
Roy, please help me.
Tell me what should I do.
Please come quickly.
I am waiting for you.
Andrew.
.....
"This is what you send me. Do you even know how scared I was the whole way here." Roy said after reading aloud each and every line of the email.
"What are you even talking about Roy, I didn't send you any email in years and if something like this does happen, why would I email you, I will call the police if I am not guilty",
I said annoyingly because I hate Roy. He just want an excuse to come to my place and annoy me.
"Like seriously, who stays in your place where there are many rooms and wants to share your bed under the guise of being scared."
"Who would believe that a man like Roy, 168 inches tall, and bulky guy is scared to sleep alone when he was living alone for past 20 years." I scolded him in my mind while my face was full of helpless smile.
"Then what is this", Roy said, and showed me my laptop and in my email box, there really was the same email.
"I didn't write it, believe me.
I am serious there must be someone in my house. Someone is trying to frame me."
I said.
"Andrew, did you take you medicine, today??" Roy asked.
"What medicine are you talking about" I asked puzzled.
"Here, these,
I am talking about these medicines.
I am sure, you didn't take these medicines." Roy said while taking out a pill bottle from the drawer.
"I have not seen these medicines before. what are these for" I asked.
Roy smiled but didn't answer and took one pill out of the bottle. He went to kitchen and bring a glass of water for me.
I hesitated but took the took the medicine.
..........
My head is hurting.
Where am I.
I looked around and couldn't see anything. I got up and stumbled to something on the floor. The floor was slipery, I almost fell down.
I clearly knew that I am in my apartment but a while ago, Roy was in my apartment with me he gave me a medicine and now suddenly,
why is there so much dark here...
What happened...I asked myself.
I shouted Roy's name and I could hear my heartbeat faster and faster.
I was getting scared.
I found the switch and turned it on and I threw up. I saw an almost naked woman's body parts lying all around the floor. Her eyes, brain and intestines were put in glass jars which were filled with some kind of liquid.
I was shivering and sweating not because of seeing this scene but...
Because I was holding a very sarp knife in one of my hands and in my another hand was....
Her HEART..
This was exactly the same scene I painted in my painting.
I fell down to the floor and then.....
I woke up with a jolt.
Yes, I was sleeping in my room but I noticed I can't move my body not an inch, i was panicking and shouting Roy's name to woke him up but no voice came out of my mouth and Roy was sleeping soundly beside me.
I tried to look around and there I saw it. In the corner of my room.
The painting of the murder scene that I painted. The eyes of the girl were staring at me as if asking for help, i was so scared and finally I found myself shouting and crying.
My tears were flowing like rivers.
Roy woke up and looked at me strangely.
He got up and gave me a glass of water to drink as if it was very common.
Roy looked at me and asked.
"What is it this time???"
I didn't look in the direction but pointed my finger to the corner.
"There is nothing there".
I turned my head and there was really nothing.
.............
