Someone is stalking me and slowly killing everyone I love. (Part 2)

part 1

I collapsed onto the floor screaming and crying. I called my step dad to make sure he hadn't done this as a joke, he didn't and I didn't have time to explain it to him. I quickly hung up and called my mom to tell her to please try and hurry home as quick as she could and that something had happened.

When she got in she found me crumpled up into a ball on the floor in front of the computer. She asked me what was wrong but quickly noticed the screen saver as well. She instantly started to weep with me. We called the police and told them what had happened, they were over in a matter of minutes.

I told them everything and they did the same thing they did last time, looked around for anything or anyone that could have clues to who did this or if the person was still around but to my dismay, nothing.

They asked me if I had any clue as to if someone would want to hurt me or my family and I couldn't even begin to think of someone who would want to do this.

The only lead we had was that I had seen the man doing this on the bus about a week earlier. That wasn't helpful to them and there was no way to figure out who it was by that.

They told us that they could have a police officer set up outside of our house and keep an eye out but only at night time as the days were busy. For fuck sakes I thought but agreed as anything would help.

Because of the officers being there, I felt much safer so my mom went back to normal work. The malls were starting to get less busy so I didn't work as much, only about 2 days a week so I spent a lot of time doing nothing but laying around and hanging out with my friends at home.

For about another week everything was normal, nothing strange happened and I was feeling better. My friend had decided to come over for the weekend as my parents were going to an out of town mini vacation and I didn't want to be alone.

We spent most of the time just watching movies and talking about life until the earlier hour later of the morning. On the first night/morning everything went fine when we went to bed but the second morning was when my life as I knew it was ripped away from me.

On Sunday afternoon I work up, rolled around a little bit and then felt wetness on my body. I couldn't see anything because it was so dark in my room even in the day time so I got up to turn the lights on.

When I turned the lights on, I screamed louder then ever before. My whole body was covered in blood and so was my bed... I quickly realized where it had come from. My best friends body laid there motionless next to where I had been sleeping.

She had been cut open, from the top of her stomach down to her waist with all of her internal organs peering out. She was dead and in that moment I had wished I was dead too.

I called the police and between my crying I was able to tell them what happened. They came quickly. They put caution tape around the house and no one was allowed in, only police officer and forensics.

My family and I had gone to stay with relatives until everything was figured out. I didn't know how to go on with my days or what to do. The sight of her body was stuck in my mind and it wasn't leaving. I just wanted to escape.

2 days after my best friend was murdered I was called in to tell them what I knew. I was quickly told that I had been a suspect for who had killed her.

They had found a knife stashed under my bed and it had only her blood on it and my DNA. The asked me things like did we fight, had we had an argument, etc. There was nothing that happened between me and her. It wasn't me, I knew it wasn't me and I tried to tell them that it wasn't me but they kept pushing on it.

An hour into questioning a man can to the door and softly told me to come with him and told the officer that was questioning me that I would have to continue this another day. I was scared, I didn't know what he wanted.

He lead me to another room and sat me down. I didn't think things could get any worse but then he had told me that my dads body was found in his home. They found him hung from the ceiling and they called it a suicide.

I was numb. Alone. Scared. I didn't know what to do anymore. There was no more tears to cry. There was no more screams to come out of my throat. There was nothing. I sat there, in silence for what seemed like a lifetime.

Another man came in and gave the man who had told me the news a piece of folded up paper and then whispered to him something that I didn't catch and then quickly walked out.

The man had told me this was a note they had found in my dads pocket and it had my name on it so no one looked at it because they thought it was only fair I had read it before anyone else. He handed me the note and my hands shook.

As soon as I looked at the folded up note I knew something was off. Just the way my name was written was wrong, my dad had a very specific way of writing and this was not it. I was hesitant to open it but I did and nothing could have prepared me for this.

"I told you I was going to get them".

My best friend and now my dad were gone. So quickly and so under the radar. No one knows how these things had happened. Since showing them that note I am no longer a suspect and they have thrown this case into a top priority but with no leads, they are working with very little.

When they searched my dads home more over they found that someone had used a key too get in. They found the key behind the porch that was in front of the front door. The man who did this must have stolen a key somehow and unlocked it to get in and then purposely dropped it or by accident dropped it. Either way, I'm happy as I can possibly be in this hard time that they found it and took that as a sign to kick up the search.

They believe the man went through the trouble of getting a key so that it initially looked like he had killed himself because it would have been harder on me then to accept someone had killed him. It's easy to believe because this man is clearly a sick fuck.

After a few days of lying around my house with no energy to do anything I revived a package in the mail. It had four DVDs in it and a note that said "enjoy :)". I was hesitant to watch them but I decided to go on and do it.

The first one was a video of me as a child with my dad playing around and just doing different things over the course of probably 10 years. I had assumed a family member sent this to me because of my dads recent passing but after the next video I quickly realized it was not.

The second video was a video of something i never thought I would see and could barely watch. The murder of my dad. The struggle he went through with the masked man and ultimately him pushing my dad off a chair with a rope around his neck.

I vomited numerous times. I cried and pleaded that whoever was doing this to please stop but I only felt alone and I knew nothing I could do was going to stop this. I didn't want to watch the videos but I felt I had to.

The third video was of me and my best friend. Hanging out at my home, going to the mall, going out for food, etc. Someone had been watching us and recording us.

Because of the second video I watched, I was very uneasy to watch the last one. I just knew it was going to be the murder of my best friend but I had to watch it and quickly knew my thoughts were right. I turned it off only after about 30 seconds. I couldn't go through with it.

The days after I got this package, things were getting even worse. Not only was I completely torn, my family now was too, more then ever. We as well as the police, were at a loss for what to do. We felt hopeless as there wasn't anything we could do.

We tried to live our lives as normally as we could, my mom and step dad went to work, I went to work on the days I was scheduled and then laid around on the days I didn't work. I also had to come to terms with the fact that this man was no longer a murderer but also a stalker.

Adjusting to the fact that I no longer had my dad or my best friend of 4 years was hard. My mind couldn't grasp it. I spent a lot of time screaming and crying and pleading for the person to do this to stop. When I wasn't doing that I was just numb. I sat on my couch motionless, staring off into nothingness.

My dads funeral and my best friends funeral were both on the same days. We wanted to get them over and done with, to try and get closure and to move on as quickly as possible but these funerals only made them worse.

Not only were we saying our last good byes to a father, brother, son, uncle and a daughter, sister and friend, I saw this man again. At both funerals. Well not his face of course, his masked face.

My dads funeral was at a cemetery just outside of our town. During it I had looked up from the floor during a prayer to see the man a football field away, I wanted to run, to run like I never have before but my body couldn't move. I had given up. I just let him get away. One minute he was there and when I looked away and then back, he was gone.

My best friends funeral was at a church. I spotted the man through a door but like last time, I couldn't do anything. I let him get away a second time.

The days following their funeral were pretty uneventful. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. I just tried to spend as much time with my family and my boyfriend. I almost thought it was over.

It's was only after about a week that's things quickly started to fall apart again. I started to receive letters in the mail everyday with no return address and they just had one picture each of me. Doing my normal things, eating, changing, hanging out with friends and my boyfriend and worst of all sleeping.

The other pictures were taken outside of my home, through windowed doors and windows but the sleeping photos were not quite the same. They were taken from inside my bedroom.

All I could do was give the police these pictures in hopes that they would help at least the smallest bit. I told myself that but I knew that that wasn't true.

On a stormy rainy day me and my boyfriend decided to hangout. Me and him were both off work but my mom and step dad had to work, so I really didn't want to be alone with weather like this.

He came over and we just watched movies. All was okay until the power went out because the storm was so bad, well at least that's what I told myself. I just started to cry. Every little thing that went wrong just stuck the blade deeper and deeper into my chest.

We searched for the fuse box and once we finally found it we realized it was not the storm that knocked it out but it was that all the fuses were ripped out and no where to be found.

My boyfriend tried to comfort me, he told me everything would be okay and that we could leave and go to his house. He lived about a half hour away in a small town. It would have been nice but once we tried to leave, that thought went away.

As we finally found the door after stumbling through the house and down the stairs, we tried to open the door but it wouldn't, assuming we had just locked it we unlocked it only to find out that it wasn't locked from the inside, something was locking it from the outside.

I started to have a full blown panic attack until I heard the tv in the basement come on, we went to go see what it was playing as it was clearly not a normal television show.

What I was about to see next was something that made me wish I was dead. It was a live feed of the man, masked and all. He was just staring at the camera until a hospital bed rolled into frame with a body bag on it.

I wanted to look away, oh fuck I wish I had but I couldn't. The man slowly walked over to the bed and unzipped the body bag. The video cut to a different view, it was from above the bed. It was my mother.

My mother was in the body bag and she had tape around her mouth but you could hear her screams. I screamed with her. We cried together. The man pulled out a knife that he drew from a holder on his pants.

He effortlessly raised the blade and stabbed it into my mothers throat and dragged it back and forth, decapitating her. I winced and fell backwards, I had passed out.

Once I woke up, I was in a hospital bed. My boyfriend was beside me holding my hand. I had asked him what had happened and he told me I had passed out, I hit my head pretty hard.

I didn't know what he was talking about and that's when he told my my mother had passed away, I asked him how but he just told me to not worry about that right now. I wanted him to tell me but I was so tired that I couldn't argue with him to know how. I just fell asleep.

A doctor came in later once I was finally alone, he told me everything my boyfriend had but he also told me I had lost certain parts of my memory and that's why I didn't remember my mother dying. He told me it would come back, but he didn't know when.

I wanted to know how but everyone refused to tell me. I guess at the time, because I didn't have my memory, I didn't remember my parents and friend had died, I guess they thought it would better for me not to know.

After two days in the hospital I got to leave. My boyfriend and I drove to his house and that's where I stayed along with my stepdad, I guess after my mothers passing we thought it would be best to all stay together and my step dad and my boyfriends parents were super close so it worked out well.

Everyone thought I was going to be sad, they constantly asked me how I was doing and if I needed to get anything out but because of losing my memory I couldn't remember how she had died and I was just kind of numb from the trauma I had been going through, that at the time, I obviously didn't remember.

They all wanted me to go to therapy so I did. I drove the 30 minute drive every week on my own to go see a therapist in the hospital. We just talked about how I was feeling, if I could remember anything now but I didn't have much to say. I mostly just told her I had felt numb and that I couldn't remember anything.

I did this every week for a month until one cruel day. I had driven there and was on my way back and on our street when I saw it. The house that held my boyfriend and his family was engulfed with flames.

In that moment I remembered everything, my dads passing, my best friends passing, the man, my mothers passing... everything. I raced down my street and practically threw myself out of my car. I was crying begging to know if they were okay but with one quick glance from the fire fighters, I know that they were gone.

The days that were to follow were the worst days of my life. I had stopped eating, working, going to therapy, talking to anyone, everything. I sat alone in my home that was now only me. I was now only a shell of the person I used to be.

The strain between me and my step dad was finally too much. We couldn't stand to be around each other. He left to go live with his relatives. He just left me to rot I guess.

The days after were scary but I didn't care. I sat in the same spot on my couch doing nothing. I would catch the man staring into my home a lot but I didn't have the energy to do anything about it. This man had broken me, he had complete control over me.

It was one night in November, 6 months after this all started, that the weight was now too much. I decided to write my suicide note, I had to go. It was hard to write it, as it normally would be but it was harder for me knowing that there was no one to say goodbye too. Everyone that I had loved was gone.

I grabbed all the pills in my house and a bottle of whiskey and sat down in that same spot on the couch for the last time.

As I started to take them I got a knock on the door. It was my step father. He came to spend some time with me. He told me wanted to kill himself as well and that's why he same to see me, he wanted to be there for me and he needed someone to be there for him because he didn't really want to die he just felt there was nothing left for him.

Now me and my step dad aren't very close to begin with. Even before this all happened, we didn't get along very well. We disagreed and argued a lot but this meant a lot to me that he came to see me.

I melted into his arm, we cried together for a very long time. Until the moment that we realized, he was watching us through the door. The masked man was there staring at us. I screamed and went to lock the door but it was no use, he kicked the door down.

My step dad and I ran to the back of the house to get out the back door. There was a forest just a couple houses over we were going to run into to try and get away.

As we were running and almost there, that's when I heard it, the ringing deafened me. I didn't know what it was until I turned around, my step dad laid there on the ground. The man had shot him. He was dead.

I didn't know what to do anymore so I just collapsed onto the ground. I wanted this man to take me out of my misery but he had other plans.

He walked up to me, he said nothing. He pulled out a camera and took a picture of me. This sick fuck took a picture of me. Right after my step father was killed.

I asked him what he wanted, over and over again until I was screaming . But he just stared at me. I wanted to hurt him so bad, I wanted him to feel the hurt I was feeling.

I got up and pushed him, I hit him, I did everything I could do to try and hurt him but it wasn't making anything any better so I gave up. I stoped. I turned around to walk away and that's when he hit me over the head with his gun, I blacked out.

Once I had finally woke up I realized I was in a room that I did not recognize, just sitting there on a chair in the middle of the room. There was a knock on the door and the masked man came in but as he closed to door and walked towards me, he took the mask off. I finally knew who he was. I screamed and cried and told him to leave me alone but all he said was

"We can finally be together now, alone."