Author bio: I like basketball and sports in general.
Blurb: It is an intense, hardcore horror story.
Hello, my name is Colin. I live in the great town of Ticonderoga, NY. For the past month, I have been receiving very detailed and disturbing drawings in my mail. They have no information on who sent them, or why they sent them. I haven’t put much thought into it because I just figure they’re from some kids playing a joke. I work at the local Chili's. However, I am also an FBI agent. Shh, don’t tell anyone. I am married with two kids. My wife’s name is McKayla and my kid's names are James and Julia. I love them to death. My wife McKayla is a brain surgeon. James and Julia are both twins. They always get along, and they always have to be together. Even in sports! Julia plays on all of the boy's team just to be with James. Fuck! I’m late for work! Seeya later!
While Colin is at work, he gets 3 letters in the mail. Each is labeled with a number 1-3. An hour before he got home, he got 2 more letters. One labeled four, and one label five.
After that, there were no more letters. Once Colin got home, he checked his mailbox just like every day after work. He found all five letters. He was expecting two or three. But he saw that there were five and he was scared out of his mind.
He went up the driveway, pulled into his garage, and parked his car. He opened the dark green door, entered his house, and closed his garage door. He sat the letters down on the coffee table and went into his room to grab his reading glasses. He brewed a cup of coffee, grabbed the notes, and headed into his office. He opened all the drawing in the order the letters were in. He opened the last drawing and...
“Holy shit,” he exclaimed.
He was scared by what he saw. It was easily the most gruesome drawing yet. It was a drawing of his dog getting hit by a car and dying from impact. Suddenly he heard a very loud bark. He looked out the window and saw his dog, lying dead in the street.
He ran faster than he had ever before. He knew then, that it was the end for Georgia. Colin picked her up and brought her to the back yard. He felt the cold and wet tears streaming down his face. He felt the right thing to do for his kids' sake was bury Georgia. He just wished he could have stopped it from happening. Then he realized. It was all the drawings fault. That was when he knew. He had to find who is doing this and stop them.
His family was devastated. That night at dinner, nobody talked or ate. Georgia was around his kids since they were born. She was all they ever knew. They knew it would be hard to move on but they also knew they would eventually have to.
All the drawings after that weren’t as bad. They were drawings of things like his high school bully and stuff like that.
“It has been 2 weeks since I have gotten a letter,” Colin explained to the police officer.
“I think we can call off the investigation,” he stated.
“I think we can too.” Agreed Cheif Warren.
Colin had a strange feeling on his way home. He had never felt like this before. It was was like a combination of guilt and excitement. It continued until he got home. That was when he realized he did something horrible. There was a box in his driveway.
“What the hell is that?” he exclaimed.
He was very confused, so he got out of his car and went to examine the box. It was long and slim. He itched with curiosity. So he brought it inside. He grabbed his knife, cut the box open, and looked inside. It was a painting. He took it out of the box and put it on the floor in his living room. Then he saw what was on it.
It was his family, they had been brutally murdered. Their wrists had been sliced down the middle and they had knives through the sides of their heads. This one made him break.
“FUCK YOU!” Colin screamed.
He was furious. So he went out and was determined to find out who had done this.
“This has gone on too long,” Colin announced, “and I am not going to let you do this to me.”
So then he hopped in his car and headed out to find who has done this. He was so determined that the face he made scared himself.
He got to the FBI department to get two of his co-workers and a bunch of gear to help. They went back to his house with all the stuff and got to work.
They finally found fingerprints on the paper. They matched a fingerprint, went to their house and knocked on the door. They heard footsteps. The door swung open, but nobody was there. They searched the entire house… nothing.
“What the fuck is happening!?” screamed Colin, “ We might as well just go home!”
Filled with anger, Colin drove home. He opened the door and saw what had happened.
“What?!” Colin cried.
His family was dead on the floor. Just like what he saw in the picture. He then looked around him. His whole house was covered by a map of the U.S.
What does this have to do with anything? He thought to himself.
Then he looked behind him and saw the same map. But it was covered in blood. He thought about what it meant and then he realized. The whole country was going to be taken out.
“I have to stop this,” he growled, “or die trying.”
He ran outside and drove his car to the FBI headquarters. He walked inside and everybody was dead. The same way his family died. On his way out he was attacked by what he thought was a man in a black hood. His wrists were slit to the bone and a knife went through his head. He fell to the ground and bled out. 6 months later every single living thing on Earth was dead… and they all died the same way.