Here I was, night two of producing this god awful song. I had to
finish it despite what my well being wanted me to do. It was for a
I heard a calling from downstairs, "Jake, I don't want you on
that computer all night!" My mom was always one of those, "nazi's"
of a parent. Anyway, I was half way through this screamo track
that I was finishing up for Chris, one of my best friends. He's
aspiring to be a famous rockstar. As silly as it sounds I supported
him in whatever he did. One this particular night I wasn't into it
but I pushed on.
Despite it being 12:43 am, and I was tired, I still listened to
Chris talk to me on Skype telling me what he wanted on the song.
Chris wanted me to add a scream effect into the background of one
of the verses. So i downloaded many files and found the best. It
was the perfect pitch and length. I knew Chris would be happy with
the outcome of the song. Almost as happy as I'm going to be when I
finish it. I opened up the file in the music creator I was using
and something didn't seem rite. The scream sounded totally
different when hit play. But only worked that one time. Every other
time I hit 'play' nothing sounded.
Well Chris had to get to bed so I told him I'd finish it while he
sleeps. There I was, alone as tired as I could be, trying to fix
the audio problem. I went through the basic trouble-shooting. I
couldnt find whats wrong. Two minutes later I heard the same exact
scream again, but this time it was clear, sounded like it was rite
behind my computer. I knew this couldn't be the file. I decided to
give up, because I was getting a little scared and get some sleep.
I'd finish it tomorrow.
The next day I got up and headed off to school. Not seeing my mom
in the morning was normal because she is usually at work by the
time I wake up. I saw my mom's car in the driveway but assumed
she probably just car-pooled with a fellow employee at her job. At
school, I saw Chris and explained what was going on and how I'm
working on it. He understood and gave me a few days extra to finish
it. The rest of the day I regretted staying up so late. I was
basically falling asleep in all of my classes. Finally, the 'end of
the day bell' rung and I sprung out of my seat and headed off on
the journey home. I lived pretty close so I had to walk.
As I was approaching my house I saw that the upstairs window
seemed to be broken. I established that it must've been the
reflection of branches from a nearby tree. I walked in my house and
got a quick snack before heading upstairs to finish the song. Once
it got dark, and I still haven't heard from my mom I sort of got
a little worried. She is usually home by this time. I decided to
give her phone a ring.
I grabbed my cell and saw that it was dead. Great. I walked
downstairs to grab the home phone. I dialed my mom's number and was
shaken to hear the phone ringing upstairs. I ran up there opened
the door and the sight was one of the most gruesome things I have
ever witnessed. There she was, laying in a puddle of blood with
stab wounds all over her body. I kneeled down shaking her, crying,
and screaming, "Wake up! Wake up!" No answer, I looked behind me
and saw the broken glass all over and the window broken. The
screaming I heard was the sounds of my mother being attack by our
neighbor, Chris' dad..