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Two A.M.

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His cell phone lit up the darkened bedroom with its artificial illumination. The blue-white light pierced his closed eyelids a split second before the frosty, icicle-like tone alerted the arrival of a text message. He rolled over and grabbed his phone from the nightstand.

Two A.M.?! Who could be texting at this early hour?

He touched the screen to open the text message application.

“I saw you.”

Suddenly he was wide awake; his heart thumping loudly in his chest. He sat up at the edge of the bed and looked again at the message. There was no phone number, just “Unknown” where the sender’s name should be.

His mind raced. Who sent that message? How could they have seen him? He was always so careful. His skin was clammy with a cold sweat. Damp footprints followed him down the hallway’s oaken floor as he plodded toward the basement door.

He unlocked the deadbolt and opened the door, flipping the light switch as he carefully made his way down the stairs. The fluorescent tubes gradually brightened until the basement was awash in a sterile, antiseptic glow.

There is no way anyone saw me, he thought to himself as he surveyed his spotless man-cave. Man-cave, ha! It was more like an operating theater but as he liked to say, “To each his own”.  The windows had long been replaced with drywall when he converted the basement so nobody had seen him from the outside. He was careful to always pull into the garage and shut the door before transferring his “goods” from the van to the basement. He was very methodical; each and every “run” was planned out to the minutia with nothing left to chance.

He inspected the basement and all its containers and storage lockers with an attention to detail usually reserved for a nosy mother-in-law visit. Nothing was out of place or appeared out of the ordinary. Even if someone did see him, he had nothing to worry about; there was nothing to tie him to anything.

Now he was mad! It was never a good idea to make him mad; bad things happened when he got mad.

He looked at his cell phone again.

“I saw you.”

It taunted him, played with his head.

This is bullshit!

It was time for him to play some head games of his own. He slowly typed a reply to his anonymous antagonist.

“You’re next….”

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Written by David A. Ufer

March 25, 2013 at 8:03 am

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