I, Writer.

Chapter2: The Note

You may think being a writer is easy but you're wrong. One of the many things that I face on a daily basis is, of course, supposed 'visits' from my enemies. These so called 'visits' are merely the arrival of my enemies in front of my house with the intention of swearing and insulting me from outside. Well, that's normal when you live in a town like Elderwick. Then, the phone rang. I picked up the receiver. "Hello?" I answered. "Good morning, Mr.Gray." Said a feminine voice. I recognised it immediately. "Ah, Vasilisa. So, any good publishers?" I asked the Russian born agent. "Not yet, sir. But that is not what I wanted to talk about, sir." She said. "Then what is it?" I asked. "It's a note, sir. For you. A very disturbing note." She said. "Well read it out to me, then." I instructed her. "Very well." She cleared her throat. "Hello, Jacob," She read. "I assume you've received this note. I do not have much to say except for this: Your blood shall soon be my ink in which I shall write the history of the world with. Not tomorrow, but soon." She read. "Who's it from?" I asked her. "It doesn't say. And this note was typed." She said. "But there is one more strange thing to this message." she said. "It came with a wolf claw."

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That night...
I told Vasilisa to try to track down the sender of the note. After that, I kept on writing until 8.00 p.m. I decided to stop working and get some sleep before I fall asleep on the chair again. I moved away from the writing desk, walked toward my bed and lied down there. I pulled the covers up to my chest. I clicked off the light and fell into a deep sleep.

2.00 a.m.
I was awoken bythe soft click of my door knob, but then I decided it was only the wind pushing my door open. I was still tired, so I went back to sleep. I didn't wake up again until 5 seconds after I had fallen asleep. Only this time, I was awoken by the feeling of a knife being placed at my throat.