The Scarlet Murders: The Beginning
Amaris Drake was murdered one night by a man called Jason Scarlet, a horrible, creepy man who desrves to die but since Amaris is a ghost she has to find someone who can do the killing for her. Can she find help, or is she destined to be a ghost forever?
The Scarlet Murders: The Beginning
My friend Jessie and I were at a bar, celebrating New Years Eve, I was a little drunk, but so was everybody else. I went into the restroom to do a hair and make-up check, the mirror was half broken but I could still see my face. I was looking back at the girl who loved life. I had great friends and family, what more was needed, but the man that killed me didnâ€™t think I need to live. I didnâ€™t know why he killed me but I think I was going to find out. So, I was checking make up, putting red lipstick on my round shaped lips, I put some more mascara on my eyelashes which were very long and my eyes were a bright, icy blue. I fixed my hair in a loose bun and walked back out to meet Jessie, my best friend since 5th grade. I was walking back to our table, but I didnâ€™t see Jessie, I thought she must have been dancing but what I didnâ€™t know that she was at the back of the club getting bashed. 2 hours past and she still wasnâ€™t back so I decided to ask around, I was starting to get worried when she missed out on the New Years countdown. I asked the bartender whose name was Joey, who Jessie was talking and flirting with before. He said that she went out back to have a smoke, so I went to the back door of the club and it was half open, I opened it all the way and saw blood on the ground. I followed the blood and I heard voices. I found Jessie, an older looking man was holding her arms and making them really red, I looked closer and her arm was bleeding and so was her face, her makeup was running down her face and she was crying. Her hair looked like a birds nest. Then the man slapped her in the face, I yelled at him and he saw me, he dropped Jessie on the ground then came after me I started to run, I couldnâ€™t run very fast in heels, so quickly took them off. In the background I heard Jessie yell out something and I heard a gunshot and felt alot of pain in my back, I fell to the ground. I saw the man run away, and I saw Jessie come up to me and she put her hand on my head saying that everything would be okay as I started to drift out in unconsciousness.
When I woke up I felt very light-headed, I was still in the clothes from the night before. I tried to find a mirror, but there were none around. I was pretty sure I was in the hospital. I went down the hallway there was a nurse, a doctor and just a couple of other people. I walked down to them and asked what was happening, they didnâ€™t answer me. I asked again, they still didnâ€™t answer. I walked back to my room and I saw a young girl on the bed that looked like me, I walked closer to her and realised it was me! I was freaking out right now; I needed to remember what happened. I remember Jessie getting beat up by this man, and I remember walking over to her to help her after the man pushed her on the ground. I also remember running and feeling alot of pain in my back, but thatâ€™s about it. I needed to find Jessie to see if she could see me...or hear me.
I still kept trying to remember but nothing came to me, but then I forgot about my back. I was sure I got shot in the back so I pulled up my shirt and felt for a wound or something but there was nothing. I suddenly had a thought but I didnâ€™t think it was true. I thought that I was...dead. It was stupid to think that but I started retracing my steps, and since no one could see me I donâ€™t think that anyone would mind me looking around the club when itâ€™s closed. When I got to the club I went around back to where I remembered Jessie getting hurt by that creep. I suddenly had a flashback or some kind of vision about what happened. That man was holding Jessie, I couldnâ€™t see his face very well, he was hidden by Jessieâ€™s hair and she was also very tall and he was short. But then he turned Jessie around so they were face to face, I seen the manâ€™s face, he was bald with a strange tattoo on the back of his head, he turned at the right time and the tattoo was a really scary clown face. I hate clowns, he turned again; Jessie tried to punch him but failed. He held her face by his tattooed hand, he had tattoos everywhere and they were all scary pictures or words. He was wearing a tight, black singlet and black jeans with black biker boots. He hit Jessie again and whispered something in her ear; I heard part of it, which was only a couple of words. Gun...kill...her...tonight. I didnâ€™t know what that meant but when I saw myself come out of the club and ran over to help Jessie, she yelled at me to run away and I did, I remember this now, I was shot, but it wasnâ€™t by the creepy man it was Jessie who shot me. Jessie whoâ€™s been my best friend since 5th grade. Why would she do such a thing? I looked back at my bleeding body and saw the man run away, what an idiot. But then I saw that Jessie came over to me to help. I heard her say that it will be all right. Maybe she was trying to shoot the man instead of me. I seen myself go unconscious, and just as I was about to go back to reality somehow I was still at the club and still seeing my body, but two things were missing from this picture. Jessie...and the gun. I was freaked out now, where was Jessie what happened to her? Then a couple of minutes later I heard footsteps I looked up and seen the creepy man, I realised he looked familiar, he bent down to my body, I seen that I was still alive, I was breathing and I know that the man couldnâ€™t see me so I bent down to look at my body and I was definitely shot in the back but it wasnâ€™t that bad, so if I really was dead, how was I dead? I forgot the gun was missing too and realised that the creepy man had it in his hand; I suddenly remembered why he looked so familiar, he was my dadâ€™s best friend. My dad likes to ride motor bikes and the man taught him how to ride properly and they became friends. I tried to remember what his name was. He then loaded the gun with 5 more bullets. He pointed the gun at my back but only shot 4 bullets, the 5th one was left in there, he then walked over to the garbage bin, opened the lid and shot, I ran over to the bin and screamed, it was Jessie, she was shot in the head by that one last bullet. I couldnâ€™t look anymore because there was so much blood. I sat down on an empty box and when I looked up I was back in real life. I was dead, I was really dead. I wanted revenge, I donâ€™t care if I couldnâ€™t touch anything Iâ€™m going to kill him. Jason Scarlet is a dead man.
To be continued...