Posthumous Memoirs of a Man at the Window

Jacob

First, let me introduce myself. My name is Jacob. It was my first company's party. We rented a house further away from the city to celebrate. At the beginning of the party, I was very nervous because it was on that day that I would tell a girl that I was in love with her. I drank a lot to build up courage, but the only thing that made me want was to go to the bathroom every ten minutes.

It was on one of those trips to the bathroom that I met him. He was dead in the bath. The smell was horrible. It looked like he had been drowned, as there was no sign of a fight or bruising. I did not know what to do. I locked the bathroom door and sat looking at the dead man. Did not know what to do. About five minutes passed before someone started to knock on the door. It looked like it was going to topple. I was afraid, after all, if someone saw me in that situation they had every right to think that it was I who had killed the man. I decided to hide, maybe it was a bad idea, but it was the only thing that crossed my mind. I stepped on the edge of the bathtub to get to the window that was on top of the dead man. The knock on the door grew louder and louder. I stretched, managed to hold on to the window, cringed, and walked past it. The fear of falling was great, but it was no greater than the fear of being arrested for murder. This was not in my plans.

He managed to open the door, my blood froze. My thoughts were impossible to control, many things were going through my head. Who killed that man? Who just came into the bathroom? Maybe it was the killer who came back to pick up the man. I took a deep breath three times and tried to look at what was going on inside. The man who entered the bathroom was on his back, I couldn't identify who he was. I realized that he had a rug. Then he pulled the man out of the water, wrapped the dead man on the rug. I realized that he was very scared, I didn't know what he was going to do. He couldn't just go through the party with the dead man wrapped in the rug. After a while, I heard some noises of him climbing the bathtub as I had done. I just didn't believe it. Did he also have the same idea as me and decided to pass by the window. It was very unlucky. When I was sure he was also trying to get out of the window, I hung on the branches of a tree that were nearby and stood there waiting. Suddenly I hear a giant noise coming from below. The man who had broken into the bathroom door had thrown the dead man out of the window.  

Again, I didn't know what to do. Besides being a little drunk, I had a lot of doubts. I was only sure of one thing, that I was going to find out what happened to the man in the bathtub. About two minutes have passed since the dead man had been thrown out of the window by the killer (let's call him that, since I had enough reason to be suspicious of him). The killer went out the front door of the house, looked to see if anyone was watching him, but everything was very calm. He took the corpse that was still rolled up on the carpet. He dragged him to an area that didn't have much light. I needed to find out what had happened and what was going to happen. I climbed down from the tree and stood behind a parked car. When I saw what was happening again, there was no one else there besides the carpet. I was surprised, it was like magic. What had happened? I couldn't explain anything. How did the killer manage to lose me and disappear with the deceased? 

Richard

I arrived at the party with my friend, Chad, and his girlfriend, Lisy. We started drinking in the early evening. We were having so much fun together. We only stopped dancing and drinking when we realized that Chad was not well. It didn't take long and he passed out. We take him to the bathroom. Trying to make him look good, but he just threw up at himself. We put him in the bathtub to get rid of the stink. Lisy said she was going to see if she could find some clean clothes for him to wear, and I got out of the bathroom and went to the balcony to smoking.

I was distracted for about 2 minutes. When I went back to the bathroom and the door was locked or stuck, it took me a while but I managed to open it. I looked at Chad he was not breathing anymore. He had drowned. I was scared. I had just killed my friend. At the time the only thing I could think of was that I needed to get rid of his body. I climbed to the window and was going to take him outside. There I would be able to hide his body more easily. I was afraid they would find me with a corpse. it was never my intention to kill anyone. But I knew that now I needed to get rid of that dead man. 

I knocked him out of the window and into the garden. I didn't have the courage to throw myself from there because there would be two dead. I decided to go through the party and out the door. It took me a while because I found my friend's girlfriend, Lisy, and I needed to explain everything that had happened. She went into a state of shock, she was very nervous, got paralyzed. She couldn't say a word. I was worried, but first I needed to resolve Chad's situation. 

When I got outside I had nobody left, just the rug. I picked up the carpet full of blood from the fall and I started walking in circles, I didn't know what to do. My friend's body had been discovered and stolen. Now everything was lost. I went into the house again to tell Lisy. It was all the same until I see Lisy pointing a gun at me. The party stopped. The music stopped. She was very scared. For a long fifteen seconds, everyone just stared at each other, watched the scene, and asked themselves: what is going on? You could tell on people's faces that nobody understood anything that was going on. Me neither, it all happened so fast.

When she loaded the gun to shoot, someone jumped on her and took her down to avoid a tragedy. Lisy managed to shoot but missed. Instead of taking the man who killed his brother, me, the shot broke the window and went outside. Relief.

They tied the woman up and called the police. They were all in shock. Lisy was crying but couldn't say anything.

Chad

I died. It was tragic and at the same time, I was very unlucky. For this reason, I decided to write my posthumous memories. Here begins my tragedy:

My friend Richard had invited my girlfriend and me to his company's holiday party. I just wanted to drink and forget about life.

It all happened so fast. Everything happened in the blink of an eye. One second I was happy with my friends, the next I was no longer there. One of my last memories of life was my girlfriend and my friend trying to cleanse me of my vomit. I was very drunk. 

After that, I can't remember very well. I woke up slowly, trying to regain my consciousness little by little. What had happened? I felt my whole body hurt. I couldn't even move properly. I managed to get up. I was curled up on a rug outside the house. There was a lot of blood in my body. Blood, vomit, and no clothes. I don't want that ending for anyone. I went to the car to be able to go to a hospital. I tried to open the door but I needed the key, it was inside the house. I needed to call someone to help me. Nobody heard me. I walked very slowly to the front door. Any movement hurts a lot. When I was getting close to the door there was a window, I will try to get the attention of someone inside. As I looked inside the house, my final tragedy happened. The suffering is over.

The pop, the window breaking, and the screaming.

It was the end of me.

I don't speak English as a native language, I'm Brazilian. Forgive me for some mistakes that I may have made. ❤ Enjoy.