A Note In A Bottle

A Note In A BottleWith protosis eyes I watched the evil spirits elevating above the furniture in search of someone so riffraff that they had failed to bring them over to the dark side. I knew the sororicide young man that had been sitting in the living room sofa and he was by no means a saint. Fifteen minutes earlier he had left in a tandem with his sister wrapped in the carpet and probably on his way to a secret burial ground. I had known for a while of this vapid man, but I was so scared to announce it to the police because of what he just might do to me, so instead I sat in my wheelchair pretending not to notice his crime.A week before this grossly crime I had muffed the chance to collect evidence to turn him in so they could put him away for good. However; this woman was a multipara and this second pregnancy had driven her brother into doing such a heinous crime due to her being a muliebrity. While he was away executing his plan I took the liberty of taking the infant he had taken out of her. He was alive and I would not allow him, or that evil spirit to take him as the human sacrifice as they were attempting to do.Halloween night was just weeks away and all indications lead me to believe that a large group of witches and devils were about to gather at this house. For days dark clouds had been hovering above and even the days were not as bright as should be. Somehow I needed to stop whining and do something to prevent such an event from happening. A small ship was docked nearby and I knew that inside were many coffins that this man would unload during the night and would bring them down to the secret dungeon.With the infant on my lap I wheeled us both through a small path I had made years before my mysterious injuries in a boating accident. I used the davit to hoist myself onto the ship and I dumped as many coffins as I could into the cold rigid water. When I was about to set off I felt the wind blowing in my face and I sense the danger approaching. Ghostly images, flying bats and the evil man soon were on the deck advising me to return with the child.Within minutes all of them were abroad the ship we were hoping to escape in and I struggled to keep them at bay with holy water and silver crosses, but it did not work. They lifted us up in the wheelchair and I was about to be tossed into the water tied up in ropes while they attempted to pull the child from my hands. Suddenly the sun peaked through the heavy black clouds and everyone disappeared with the exception of the fleshy man. He came at me with a large knife and yelled, “I need that child for my human sacrifice you idiot!”Dawn was upon us as I made a folly in an attempt to save us as I wheeled the chair to the area of the plank and I dared the man to come get the child. He took the dare as the facula on the sun hit him in the eyes and he could not see. I grabbed a piece of wood and I pushed him overboard. He did not die as he screamed from the depths of the water, “I shall hunt you down and on Halloween I shall have my revenge as I will sacrifice both of you!”I do not plan to celebrate the day of the dead on the 31st of October this year. I am planning to continue sailing the seas and if you happen to find this note in the bottle, please alert the authorities. They will recognize my ship in its vintage form. Signed Oscar Elizondo October 03, 1918.

A Note In A Bottle

oscarelizondo

Harlingen, United States

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