Long strides is what I kept thinking as I was chasing him. Long
strides. He seemed to be much faster than me. Suddenly, he ran into
an alleyway. I run around the corner and see nothing, but an old
rusty car. I walk closer to the vehicle to get a better look at it.
BOOM!! Flames and sharp pieces of metal flew everywhere. I flew
backwards landing on my back. My vision is blurry, but I can see a
human-like figure behind me. I blink once; it disappears. I wake up
hearing constant beeping. After a few minutes my vision comes back
and i realize I'm in the hospital. I yell for a doctor. "Hello, I'm
Dr. J. Johnson. How may I help you?" "How did I get here?" "A man
that was jogging late lastnight found you in an alleyway in front
of a blown up car." "Did the man see anything?" "I don't know.
Actually, to think about it. He did talk to a cop." "Do you know
the cop's name?" "I think he left his card. I will get it for you."
I look at the card and it belongs to my old partner before I got
promoted. I walk up to his house and know he's home because his car
is in the driveway. I knock on the door twice and ring the
doorbell. Glass shatters. Someone runs past the window. I knock
again, no answer. I break the door down and check all the corners.
I run into the dining room. On the ground, lying there dead, is my
old partner. I walk up closer and notice red marks around his neck
as if he was strangled to death. I see a note in his shirt pocket.
It says,"Catch me if you can!" I tried thinking to myself how this
man found my old partner's house and knew I was coming here. I
tried putting two and two together, but couldn't come to a
conclusion. Who was this man? Where did he come from? What does he
have to do with me? My mind was blank. I go to my office and get on
the computer. I check my email and there is a notification about my
old partner's funeral. It would be Thursday at 1:00 p.m. I get an
I.M. IT reads,"See you later." I reply,"Who is this?" I get no
response. After two hours of waiting there is still no response. I
get another detective to trace the email address and it leads to
nothing. How is this possible? Frustration is setting in. A little
bit of fear is too. I think to myself. "Is this a ghost?", as I'm
sitting at my computer looking at the message. I get home and I
take a shower. After my shower I went in the kitchen to make
something to eat. I usually watch television when I eat, but
tonight I decided to just eat in the kitchen. I hear a banging at
the door. I look through the peep hole and nothing is there. I go
to walk back to my food, and the banging on the door started again.
I look through the peep hole and once again, nothing. I open up the
door and walk outside. I look to the right side of my house, then
the left side. No one to be seen. I go back inside and lock the
door. I go back to to finish my food. I look at the refridgerator
and see a note saying,"Look behind you!" Before I can look, I get
knocked on the back of the head and blackout. I wake up. The winds
passing through my hair like a fan is blowing on me. They had clear
blue water and sharp pointy rocks at the end of the bottom of the
cliff. The tight rope around my wrist and ankles is brushing my
skin. The chair I'm sitting in is from my house. I hear footsteps,
then a laughter. He was behind me. And then, I felt a push.
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