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Blues, grays, flannel—the choices were overwhelming. My boyfriend’s birthday was coming up this Friday and I had my best guy friend, Sam, attached to my hip and I still couldn’t figure out what to buy! Shopping for men was impossible for me. I grabbed a gray long sleeve shirt and held it up to Sam, “What do you think?”
He looked at me and laughed, “Really Jessica? That is the plainest thing I’ve ever seen.” His hands swiftly shifted down a few rows and snatched up a navy blue polo embroidered with a hawk on the chest. “This… might be a little bit more his style.”
“Right, I can’t imagine Kevin wearing that thing.”
“Whatever,” he grumbled and tossed it back on the rack. “What’s the point of me being here if you’re not going to take my advice on a single thing?”
“Chill out man, we’ve been shopping less than ten minutes, you honestly think we’d get out of here in less than a half hour?” I’m a woman, what does he expect? Well… I guess I know what he expects… whenever he and I go shopping together it’s a great time. All we do is mock designers and find the perfect matches for each other. This however… this was shopping for Kevin and I was mortified.
This was Kevin’s favorite store and he had been complaining last month about having nothing to wear outside of work. Complaining maybe was a bit of a stretch; he had mentioned once that he didn’t have a shirt to wear one night we were going to a movie and well I was set on getting him something to wear!
My hands were smoothing down the front of a cotton graphic t shirt when I felt my cell phone vibrating in my back pocket. I grabbed it and flipped it open to reveal a notification of a text message from an old friend from college—Kate. It had only been a little over a year since I heard from her but we would always share a bond, after all she was the best friend I had when I moved to Ohio State.
“Who is it?” Sam asked pretending to be uninterested.
“Uh… It’s Kate, you remember her right? You met her once or twice?” His eyes lit up, Kate was his dream girl—beautiful blue eyes, pouty full lips, and gorgeous long brown hair.
“Of course I remember her!”
I opened up the text message and read:
Jessica. I need you. My parent’s house NOW.
My heart skipped a beat, Kate needed me? I nearly dropped my cell phone while I hastily responded with an OK. Sam and I were at the Polaris Mall which was a little north of Columbus. Kate’s parents house was in Northwood which so happened to be the small suburbia right next to Polaris.
“Sam, I need to go see Kate, I think she’s having some kind of emergency…” I was already pushing him towards the exit of the store.
“Do you want me to come with you?” He looked concerned.
“Would you? I don’t know what I’m dealing with here.”
“Okay, then we can get back to figuring out this whole Kevin birthday thing…” He was still talking but my mind was racing. After all this time why would Kate want to see me all of a sudden?

If I wasn’t still breathing I would have sworn my heart stopped beating. As I pulled around the corner to Kate’s parent’s house I saw a single blue and white police cruiser parked in front of the house. It had been what… fifteen minutes since she had texted me? How long had this cop been parked in front of her house? The garage door was down and Kate’s white Acura was parked in the driveway. I pulled up next to her car and parked.
I was out of my car and ringing her door bell before I realized I left my cell phone and keys in my car. I waited and then rung the door bell again. I began counting and when I reached thirty I whipped myself around and ran to the garage door. Hastily I punched in the code I remembered from a few years ago staying at her parents while they were on vacation. The garage sprung to life lifting and revealing both of her parent’s cars inside. I turned around and motioned for Sam to get out of the car and follow me in.
Now I was seriously confused. Kate hated her parents and a year ago she had moved out into her boyfriend’s house without an invitation from her parents to return. I knew that probably only applied to the idea of her moving back in with them but this seemed really off. I fumbled through the garage to the door and swung the door open. Sam joined me and we stepped into the house and I called out, “Hello? Kate?”
Silence.
Then, as if an awakening I hear muffled noises coming from the foyer. I skittered to a stop on the linoleum tiles. Her father’s office doors were shut and a messy knot was tied on the door knobs holding them shut. One of the doors rattled. “HMMM MMMEEEE!!”
“Hello? Who is in there? Hello?” Sam began to work at the loose knotting and I was hoping whoever was behind the door was my old friend Kate. My heart was pounding in my chest so loudly I didn’t hear someone approach us from behind.
“Well look at that, you came,” a voice huffed; quickly I spun around and met eyes with who the voice belonged to. “And you brought someone with you…” I gasped and my heart fell to the pit of my stomach. In front of me stood a different person than what I remember of my Kate. The girl standing inches from my face had the same eyes as Kate and her lips the same form. This version however had a busted lip and blood on various parts of her face and soaked into her clothing. A little too much for a busted lip to produce. Her hair was long—very long. It looked as if it hadn’t been washed for days and was teased up a bit as if she flipped her head over and mussed it about.
“I…I, of course I-”
“What’s wrong Jessica? Something you want to say?” Her eyes looked at me with such hatetred I could barely breathe. I didn’t understand, although Kate and I hadn’t talked in over a year we didn’t end on bad friend terms. We just kind of took separate paths. Kate looked down at her hands and laughed a laugh from deep in her throat. Her hands were in the worst condition imaginable. It was as if she had stuck her hand in a blender with how much blood seeped into her skin. It was unfathomable how this had happened.
“Why is there a cop car in front of your house, Kate?”
“There’s a cop car in front of my house?”
I sighed, there was a moment of relief before I realized I was still standing in front of her father’s office. Her father’s office that was still bound shut with rope. Sam had dropped his hands from the rope and the fumbling sounds from the other side had stopped.
“Kate, what’s going on, why am I here?” This was getting weird. Blood a lot of blood, and something about her dumb responses just kind of set me off. I didn’t understand how she hadn’t addressed her appearance.
“Well… I guess I can just show you.”
“Show me? What exactly do I need to see…” my words faded thinking about the possibilities. Her parent’s cars. Where were her parents? Blood. A lot of blood.
Kate turned away from me and kneeled down on the floor. She was pushing objects around on the floor at the foot of the stairs. I stepped forward and leaned to her right to take a look. I clutched the banister and leaned further, she was moving around an array of army knives. Multiple metal ones, red ones, a couple of different blues, and the outsider pink. There must have been at least a dozen different army knives on the floor.
“I had so many choices…” Her hand stopped on a metal knife with blue and green etching. “Too many choices really…”
She stood up. The army knives were now all almost sorted by color. The random pink knife had somehow managed its way between two blue knives. “Follow me, Jessica.”
I had no choice but to follow her. Sam stayed at the doors and I saw him turn to work on the knot again. While looking down at the steps I tried to take in what was going on. The trail Kate’s foot prints left on her way down the stairs had stained the carpet red. She now left faint ones as I trailed behind her. About half way up the stairs they split, one going off to the left, and one to the right, Kate went left. I was a little surprised to be heading into her parent’s bedroom.
She led me into the bathroom and to her father’s closet. She disappeared inside. It was dark and I stayed back and waited as I heard her rustling about. Soon enough she appeared with an object clutched in her hands. She was still standing in a rather dark part of the bathroom and with how her fingers curled around the object it was easy to guess what it was—another army knife.
“How many Kate?”
“Oh… I don’t know.”
“I know you know how many, now tell me. Was there one… two… oh God… your parents?” A smirk appeared across her face with the acknowledgement of her parents.
“Ten.”
“Ten.” I repeated back to her. Ten. Ten. How could it be ten? How do you…
“Oh, and Jessica, I can’t believe what you’ve done.” She tossed the knife at me. Her aim was off—the knife fell to the ground.
“What are you talking about?” I hadn’t done anything, at least… not yet. I was hoping it didn’t have to come down to that.
“It felt so good. It was such a rush. The screams didn’t really phase me… I just blocked it out. Kind of like having to block out a storm on a windy night. Sure enough you can sleep through a storm?” Kate thought to herself for a moment. I grimaced. “Well. You know how good it felt you helped after all.”
“OK, Hold up,” I started, “Get this through your mind Kate, I did NOT help you with anything.”
Her eyes danced around the bathroom processing what I had to say. “Jessica… let me show you…”
“Where? What room?” I asked her desperately.
“Ohhh…. The first bedroom on the left I think.” She let a little giggle escape her mouth.
I didn’t care if she was behind me. I knew what I was about to see but I couldn’t fathom the idea of Kate finally hitting her breaking point. She must have though… all that blood. I couldn’t shake the thought. I got t to the bedroom she was talking about by going over the balcony that overlooks the foyer and through a laundry room. I stopped in the laundry room. In the laundry sink there was a pool of water—red tainted water. With that there was a few rags all soaked in the same red substance.
I hesitated but not long enough and pushed open the bedroom door. I sighed. There was a bed without a sheet out of place and a few items strewn on a wardrobe. I closed the door and moved down to the next. I didn’t have to guess this was the right room. The carpet was stained red and a dried substance on the door knob. It made the gold knob glint with orange.
I didn’t care about the blood I grabbed the door knob and threw the door open. My mouth fell. In front of me was a sight so grisly my knees buckled and I fell to the floor. Kate made her presence behind me clear by choking back a laugh. I turned to her. “What… what have you done?”
“I did what had to be done. They deserved this.”
I could see a look of disdain in her eyes. I reached out to her and touched her forearm. “Kate… you know what this means don’t you”
“Don’t I?” She laughed again. “Of course I know what it means. I snapped, I’m bonkers!” Her laugh droned out the rest.
“Who is in your Dad’s office downstairs?”
“That stupid cop that came and interrupted my festivities. Apparently a neighbor heard something they didn’t find too appealing.” Kate smiled and pulled the door shut.
I pushed past her and asked her to follow me as I maneuvered myself down the stairs. I stopped when I saw the office doors were open and the office was empty—Sam nowhere to be seen.
“Who gives a fuck about who really was behind those doors?” Kate pulled a gun from the oversized pocket on her right leg.
“Whoa… I—”
“Oh shut it! This isn’t for you!” I backed away from her.
Kate then spun around towards the stairs distracted by the array of army knives on the floor once again. The gun wasn’t anything I could imagine Kate carrying it must have been the cops. For how much she likes guns I’m actually surprised the weapon of choice was a knife.
While I was pondering Kate’s method of madness she had changed the lineup of the army knives. From what I could see there was no pattern, silver, green, blue, green, blue, pink. The gun was sitting on the first step in front of her. If only she would turn and I could grab the gun…
“Well! There! It’s done.”
“What… is done?”
“The order of it all… it’s here... down to the very last one…” Her eyes shifted to me as her hand fell to the last knife in order.
Chills crept up my forearms and down my legs. I immediately knew the intended target for the last in the line. I had miscounted. There wasn’t a dozen knives... there were eleven.

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