Red Satin Sheets

Man, what a wild month its been...

The cops wanted to look at the rose that I found on my door step weeks ago. To see if it could be linked to Bill at all. Turns out it wasn't, they printed it and they were very confused. The finger prints didn't match anything they had on file. They also said they found a hair amongst the petals, a bat hair/fur, in these parts? They figure that somehow if got cross contaminated or something.

In good news there's been no more murders/disappearances. But going by the series of events before the found bodies last time Id just say that threes been no more bodies discovered. Wonder where they are keeping them? No ones been caught so I suspect that they are still collecting. Its kinda creepy. Flag that, its very creepy.

The update on Bill isn't good, hes descending further into madness everyday. They had to relocate him to an isolated ward as he was disturbing the other patients. Nothing he says seems to make sense, but now hes yelling it. Almost calling, but whom or what?

The mysterious lady made her regular visit last night to the bar. And this time she walked right up to the bar and introduced herself, her name is Sophia, and shed like to get to know me more sometime... As she reached out her black lace gloved hand I felt a shiver rush up my spine and as she grasped my hand firmly it felt if her hand was ice, and that it was chilling through her glove. Not entirely sure I want to get to know her better.

Oh well, I got a present today, new satin sheets. They smell spicy, even after washing them. I am looking forward to sliding into them tonight. Not entirely sure who sent them Ill ask my parents when I call next week to wish Mum a happy birthday.

Bodies

So while the cops were investigating that graveyard (the one where they found the 17yr old) they stumbled across a partly open crypt. They found inside 4 other bodies, 2 dead and 2 dying. All covered in the same strange marks as that girl. Bill was among them... Alive, battered, and mad. Seriously insane, ranting all kinds of mumbo jumbo some of it not even English. They had to lock him up in a padded cell...

Jo and I cant go see him of course, only close friends and family. Thing is, its been almost a week and no ones gone to see him. In fact none of the other bodies have been identified either. Whoever these sickos are, they know what they are doing, picking up people that others don't even know exist.

As the rain poured down last night, seemingly washing away the filth of the weeks findings, we sat in the bar, unable to open as the cops were questioning and looking for clues. Turns out we were the last ones to see Bill before he got taken.

I was half listening to Jo's feeble attempt to chat up one of the cops and half contemplating on the fragility of life as I was looking out the window. Across the street, under the streetlight there stood a tall elegant figure, dressed in black and holding a black Gothic umbrella above her head. The only tinge of color was her silver shining eyes staring back at me.

Where a bouts

Its been a week and still no sign of Bill. Even though I care not for him, in fact I do not enjoy his presence at all, I still am a little worried about his where a bouts, something feels amiss. People have been disappearing all over town for a couple of months now, maybe he too got taken... The others at the bar are concerned too, Jo says that if he had gone on holiday he would've sent us a postcard by now. Strange regular if you ask me, but according to my colleagues hes got no one else. Oh great, now I feel bad for shunning him.

Now about these disappearances, they seem to coincide with a new group of nuts arriving into town. They claim to be vampires, you know Dracula, Nosferatu and crap, lol, there is clearly so much of that stuff in the media these days that people are starting to buy into it. To me these guys sound like a loopy cult using vampirism as a excuse to be strange, and some how get positive attention rather than negative. The cops found a body of a 17yr old chick in a graveyard last week. She had apparently gone missing a month ago. There isnt much they can say about the case yet but apparently she was covered in bites and marks that looked like some sort of ritual thing.

So our once a week patron came into the bar last night, I thought she looked more intense than usuall, her eyes were wider, like a cat thats been in the nip. And as she walked past me I think she actually smiled...

When I arrived home in the wee hours this morning there was a red rose glistening in the pale moonlight apon my door step. I thought it odd and then sighed a relief for Bill, maybe he was ok. Before snatching it up and locking my door. How the hell would he know where I lived? If Jo told him Im gonna die.