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hadn’t come in contact with a single person after meeting Paul. Not one single person was on the beach last night by the time I left. There wasn't so much as a bird. No one had even seen me arrive. Ah, but what if someone had seen me? Was it possible? Well, I supposed anything was possible.
If someone had seen me, why hadn’t they called the police? They would have done or said something. What kind of a person could witness a murder and sit back and do nothing? Does worse than nothing? They leave an envelope on my door as a high five? It just didn’t make sense.
I carefully placed the paper back into its envelope and slid the envelope discreetly into my purse. I headed down the stairs and straight to my jeep. I hopped in and just sat. I hadn’t even bothered to turn the ignition. I just looked on ahead through the windshield.
I had a problem on my hands. The magnitude of that problem was still uncertain. I weighed the possibilities. Could someone have been toying with me? What did they see? When? They could have seen me last night or the countless other murders I had committed. A headache began to mount my skull.
I ran the numbers through my head and they were staggering. Truth be told, the exact number was unknown to me but the number was getting up there. I had a rather large estimate in mind, but not a cold hard number to reference. I killed a lot of people. But never had I been seen or even come close to being discovered. I had needed to be especially careful with my extra curricular activities if I desired to continue.
I suddenly felt the weight of the world take a seat right on my shoulders. Its legs dangled across my chest making it harder for me to breathe. I couldn’t just brush this to the side as I did most of the uninteresting problems that people faced on a daily basis. I needed to find the person who sent me that note. The sooner the better. Right. But how?
Whoever sent me that note would have to make contact again. Surely, they would relatively soon. Or else, why send the note in the first place? I felt the anger rise up. Who sent this? What did they want? Question after question formed without so much as an inkling to a solid answer.

Chapter 8

It was the longest night of my life. Not a wink was shed as I struggled to sleep in my luxuriously plush bed. I must have turned over that card a thousand times in my hand. It didn't do a damn thing as I mulled it over and over again in my head.
I tried, relentlessly, to make sense of it all but it just didn't add up. What exactly could this note have meant? What was the implication? Perhaps I was over-thinking this? It could have been an innocent gesture from a co-worker. Maybe it was put on my door accidentally. Perhaps it was meant for someone else and they had the wrong apartment number. Probably not. I was nothing if not realistic.
If I was certain of anything, it was that this note had a more sinister connotation. But what message was the sender attempting to convey? There was no apparent disgust. Did they enjoy watching? I would have enjoyed watching too. But most people weren’t as sick and twisted as I was.
The blackness of the envelope and the paper’s heavy weight altogether made my skin crawl. This was a formidable feat as I was not easily shaken. The sender, whoever it might be, was sending a message loud and clear. - I saw you.
The implications were innumerable. Was it possible that they could have seen more than just one isolated event? What if someone had been watching me all along? It pained me to think that someone could have seen even a millisecond of my ritual. It was mine and mine alone to enjoy. Those were private events that formed my most treasured memories. It was as if someone intruded on my private life.
Someone was shedding light into my private world. No words could describe the discomfort that plagued me.
I rose from my bed earlier than usual. Might as well get up early if I wasn't getting any sleep. According to the