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Uneasy Shadows part 4- Haunted by Suspicion
Every pore in my body is sweating raindrops. It’s like a torrential downpour.
My hands are clammy and cold, and my body is involuntarily shaking.
I can’t control the urge to scream. I can’t breathe. I can’t move my body. I don’t know what to do.
Do I leave my house? Do I run away? Do I turn myself in? Or was it me who killed this family?
What do I do?
As I’m trying to strategize, I hear the news. It sounds different, distorted, really. I can make out some of the words: "Murder/suicide," "father," "family dead." I piece it together. The father killed his family then killed himself.
I relax and breathe. It wasn’t me.
I am a good person!
I relax until I remember the blood on my hand and the knife. I know I held the knife and felt the handle. It was hard and cold.
I saw the blood that was tomato sauce spilled on my hand, on both hands. I smelled the metallic sweetness and felt the hardness as it dried.
Where had the knife gone? Had I washed my hands? I don’t remember. I don’t remember setting the knife down or walking to the bathroom.
What is going on? Am I losing my mind?
Someone, please help me!
I hear a knock and faint to the floor. There is blackness.
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