The unknown sender

When I entered the house, I immediately went straight to Clara's room. Her things were scattered on the floor and bed. But a box on her computer desk caught my attention. I approached it and opened it, where I realized that it was the things that she often uses and carries. I almost shed tears as I looked at them one by one and took them out of the box. Until a photo fell from a journal, so I immediately picked it up and looked at it.

It's a picture of her with three guys with smiley lines on their lips. She never mentioned to me the men in the picture. Maybe it's her friends or co-workers. So, I didn't pay attention to it, instead, I turned my attention to her journal that I found inside the box. I sat on the bed for a while as I read what was written there.

It's like a personal diary in which she writes every event in her life or whatever is running through her mind. I didn't notice suspicious on its first page. But as I read it, I seem to gradually get an idea of ​​what she does daily and who she hangs out with.

I was stunned when I read a few pages of it where she mentions three men she met and became friends with. Perhaps the three men she is referring to are the same as her in the photo. But I continued reading until I noticed that everything written there got shorter and shorter. There were a few blank pages that she hadn't written yet, and I thought that was all, but as I turned each page I noticed something written on the back of her journal.

“September 03, 2018.” It was written in red ink, and perhaps it was a special day for her. But what does she mean by the sentence, “I wish I were her.” She seemed to be referring to someone else in those terms. Although who? And why did she say that?

While I was thinking deeply about that, I suddenly let go of the journal when I heard a loud doorbell from outside. I picked up the journal for a moment and put it on the bed before I left the room and headed to the door.

“Charmaine Davis?” The delivery man asked me.

“Yes, I am,” I respond with a nod of my head. Suddenly, he reached for something in a small box, which surprised me.

“This is for you. Please just sign the bottom of the paper.” He said, and after I signed it, he immediately left, so I didn't get to ask him a question.

I stared in wonder at the box I received. I looked around, but I didn't notice anything unusual there, so I closed the door and sat on the sofa.

It doesn't say who sent it and what's inside. I was curious, so I immediately opened the box where I found a piece of paper with the words, “Do you think she committed suicide?” when I read that, I suddenly stood up and immediately left the house to look for the delivery man again, but regardless of where I turned, I didn't see him again.

I wanted to ask him who sent me that box or where it came from. Furthermore, I feel that he is very close to me, and he might just be around me right now where he is secretly watching me.

This is not a warning but a big clue that I suspected correctly that Clara did not commit suicide but was killed.

But who? Who will do to her that, and what is his motive why he killed her?

At that moment, I didn't feel any fear or apprehension that I might be being watched from not far away by the person who sent me this letter. I was determined to find out the truth and who killed Clara. So, I didn't waste any time and went back to the room to read her journal again. I hope that I can find a clue that can tell me who is behind it all or what happened to her. But as I expected, it was not easy. I couldn't even leave the house and I didn't realize that for two days I was just inside my room facing the computer.

I didn't stop investigating, and I carefully studied every detail in her journal so that I could almost memorize everything written there. Until all of a sudden, there were ads with obscene photos of naked men. I would have ignored it, but the girl he was in the picture where she was lying on the bed looked familiar to me. Out of curiosity, I opened it and suddenly an obscene video played where a man and a woman had sex naked. I didn't finish the video because I would rather not watch those kinds of videos. However, I read some comments where I noticed they were talking about what seemed to be a popular video to them. At the bottom, I saw a link, so I immediately clicked on it to open it.

As I expected, it was also an obscene video, but I was stunned and stopped when I saw the naked woman in the video was my sister, Clara.

I covered my mouth and suddenly tears came to my eyes as I watched it. I stood up, and my whole body was shaking because of what I saw. Furthermore, I immediately left my room and went outside to get some fresh air.

Besides, I can't breathe what I discovered and what I saw.

It wasn't Clara. Maybe she just looks like the girl in the video, but it's not her.

I tried to fool myself just to calm myself down, but it still wasn't enough to make me forget everything. It seemed to show itself over and over again in my mind where my knees went weak, and I sat down while I tightly held the edge of the door.

While I was catching my breath, it suddenly started to rain heavily. I didn't realize that I had been sitting outside the house for hours, and I was getting wet from the rain. Until I looked up and noticed someone looking at me from a distance while holding a black umbrella. I looked closely at his face, but he was covered with a black mask, and he was wearing a black raincoat.

We stared at each other for a few minutes, when suddenly I thought about the letter I received from the unknown sender. Therefore, I stood up and thought that he might be that person. Maybe he sent me that letter. Possibly, he and Clara knew each other very well, and he might know something about her death.

If he is a witness, I need his help. I need to get close to him and I need to hear the truth from him.

I was about to approach him, but he suddenly turned and ran away from me. Therefore, I didn't get to question him about what happened to Clara.

Perhaps he's afraid of getting hurt, or could be he hiding something else?

I went back inside the house and went to my room. Even though my whole body was wet, I sat in front of the computer and took a deep breath before I watched her video again. Even though I was disgusted by what I was seeing, I forced myself to open my eyes just to find out the reason why she did that and why she decided to do that.

However, I know Clara. She wouldn't do that for no reason. I'm sure she had a deep reason why she did that. But regardless of the reason or no matter how big her problem is, she would never think of doing it just because of money.

Perhaps she was forced to do so. Possibly, they scared her and were afraid that if she didn't follow their orders they will hurt her. And when I find out that my suspicions are right, I will make sure that the whole world knows how dirty people they are. I will never miss even a little strand of their hair. All of them will suffer at my hands and will die mercilessly. 

I will kill them all.

I fell asleep in my seat soaking wet after watching all her videos. Furthermore, I just woke up when I heard the doorbell, so I immediately stood up and went to the door. When I opened the door, I didn't find anyone else there except for a box. So, I picked it up and went inside with a look of astonishment on my face.

Perhaps the person who also sent me the letter yesterday sent it to me.

When I opened the box, I saw three photos of the man with their name written on the back. I was even more curious because the men in the photo are the same men with Clara in the picture that fell from her journal.

Therefore, I immediately went to my room and sat in front of the computer. I searched for the names of the men in the photo and was stunned to find out who they were and what their true identities were.