John Hence

It was a windy, gloomy day, my friends and I decided to go on a hike. The weather was beautiful, and it was fresh. We also did not expect anyone else to be hiking at that time due to the sun not being out. Then suddenly a car pulls up behind our car. We continued hiking up and hated the thought of someone else hiking while we were. This was because we hated the idea of getting judged and what if we were too slow for these people. Then we notice that this man never came out. It was weird, but it was a sigh of relief. We wondered what he might have been doing, and perhaps they no longer wanted to hike. You know we can all be quitters at times. We saw a glimpse of his face, not because we were staring, of course. Or maybe because we were. The only thing that actually stood out was his mustache. We continued hiking and were almost at the top when we made plans for the following day to study for our big exam altogether. 

The day before our exam came, so we decided to study at an extremely close coffee shop. We were studying for our calculus exam, which was the following day, when suddenly this man approached us. He asked if we had a phone charger on us, but none of us did, so then he asked me if he could borrow my phone real quick to make a call. I said sure and just felt like a good citizen. Once he left, we cracked up and busted out laughing because this man had a funny mustache just like the man that we saw when we were hiking. Why does everyone want to have facial hair like that, we wondered? It was definitely not attractive. When I said that, everyone at the same time said he also has big bushy eyebrows like Sarah. I was offended, but I pushed it aside. We continued to study.

Let me just tell you I aced my exam. I had said it was my luck for being a phenomenal person the day before. After school, I was on my way home when I noticed this familiar face following me with their eyes as I walked past them. A bit creepy, but I ignored it. I wondered where I had seen him, but I couldn’t remember. He was parked. I believed he was picking someone up, therefore maybe it was one of my friend’s fathers, and that could be why I recognized him.

I arrived home and was eating a snack in my room when I received an alarming text. “There is an intruder,” my mother texts me, “lock your doors and be silent. I will call the cops, so you do not make any noise”. I was terrified, my heart beating rapidly as fast as the speed of sound. I’m cradled in the corner of my closet as I hear these steps getting closer and closer louder and louder. ‘It’s my last day on this earth,’ I tell myself, ‘why is there no one here to help me.’ I listen to his steps as they sound like they are going into my mother’s room. I could only hear his footsteps roaming around the room. Zero noises were telling me that he was moving any objects nor grabbing anything. What was his business in there if he was not trying to take valuable items which my mother did have.

Let me bring this back to the beginning of this terrifying occurrence. You may be wondering where my mother was, well she obviously was not with me. What you do not know is that this was the last day that I was able to hear from my mother. My mother was on her way home when she received a notification that someone came into our house. She noticed it was a man, at first, she thought I had a boy over which I would have gotten in huge trouble for, but then she noticed this man had covered his face with a mask. He did not want to be seen or identified. Cops say that she was on her way home with the dispatcher on call. When she got home, she was told not to get out of the car, but that was when they said she recognized the face of the man. She tried approaching him and asked what he was doing here in a worried and angry manner. The dispatcher says that my mother yelled at the man and told him he was to not be around Sarah (me). If he came around, there would be severe consequences. Then suddenly, the dispatcher heard nothing from her.

The cops arrived to arrest this man finally. After placing him in handcuffs, the police searched around my house and finally came in to save me and make sure I was okay. I was then notified about my mother’s death. It was heartbreaking; at that moment, time stopped. Everything froze. I did not know what to do. They told me it would most likely be best for me not to go outside, but I insisted. I had to see my mother. When going out, I saw the man. That man! That man! That man, I said! He... he... He was the one. The cops then asked me, “Are you okay? Do you recognize him?” Yes I stated I have been seeing him around lately. It is this man with the funky mustache and the bushy eyebrows. I had no idea who this man was, but he was my stalker. He wanted to get information out of me by watching my everyday life. But why me? Why my mother? Little did I know he had so much resentment towards my mother. I have so much loathe for this man. This man that I should be calling my father. John Hence. The worst man to ever live. My father killed my mother.