Click...click… The nurse’s footsteps reverberated through the empty halls.  It seemed every patient was sitting in his or her room quietly on this evening. It was a hard day though. No, not hard, as much as emotionally destructive.  In the night, one of the nurses woke, only to find a man had been mutilated in his room. Every person was brought in for question after question. Employee’s were all under watch and checked. It seemed to only get stranger. You see, I am Ex-Journalist Meiko. You might be asking yourself, why ’ex-journalist’? What brought me here? How have I found out about all this? To answer all those in a simple text, I must go back a few years to be exact.



   It was 1989 my first year as a journalist, for a small unknown town.  It was a simple, leisurely life everyone knew each other. Population? 70. Excitement? None. This was only a town it seemed old folks who were ready to die, and drop the number of current residents, would move off to. Though no one ever seemed to get my name right, it always came out as Neko, seemed this old folks around town could not read the letters in my name.  My brown hair slid down into my eyes, as I checked into all the current reports on my write up’s. ’Local dog dies on the road’; your kidding me right? What am I supposed to right? Poor dog? No, something would happen in this town someday. However, even if it did happen, would any of the folks really believe it?  Maybe they would just put me away in a mental institute if something ever really happened.

      I am interrupting my story for only a second to simply say that, indeed they did think I was crazy after I found a true story. I never made it past my days as a small town journalist, I never had time to. Anyways, sorry for interrupting ill try not to make it a habit of mine. Continuing on-

    It was on that day, I went out to go find where this dead dog was, I needed pictures of course for a write up.  On my way out to the road, I found an axe with blood on it. My mind perked with unknown curiosity, I walked ahead further, pressed on. Before me, lay a dead woman, her body was grotesquely twisted and cut by the axe, obviously. ‘Population, 69’, I thought to myself. Wait was I thinking! This was a real story unlike anything before! I quickly took out my camera, taking snapshots of the figure before me, notes on my notepad. I thought of the best way I could do this, whom would I tell about this? Wait, would I even tell anyone? The questions appeared in my mind, I must have gone through it millions of times….
  
I should have gone back.
   I should have gone to the dog.
   I should have never taken those photos.
   I certainly should have not been nosy.

  However, the common sense in my mind must have been shut off that day. I quickly went back to my car and drove back to the station. Nothing was fast enough; I hit the accelerator, and did not make any stops until I was back at the station.
I shuffled in fast nearly hitting our secretary.  “Mr. Otouroo!” My voice echoed into his office.

  “Mr. You. Is there a problem, your reports on the dog are due in an hour.”

   “Wait, I think I might’ve found a better story!” My excitement was overflowing.

    Although, if I can just interrupt once more. If my current self, had to go back in time right now…
I would never say that story to anyone ever again. Suddenly a dog seemed to be a great story…
This discovery of mine, led ultimately to my downfall. After I told him… things in this town would turn upside down, I would never be treated the same.