The worried man was hesitant to approach the door. Hands trembling, he gave a few half-hearted knocks. The pained wailing on the other side wouldn’t stop. Grasping his hand on the door handle; his eyes looked onward nervously, as he gazed into his neighbor’s peep hole. A blurry silhouette appeared in the distance, close to other unidentifiable objects. The situation only appeared worse from the horizon, as he drew himself closer to the front door. What initially alerted him to his presence, were sounds of hysteric sobbing and intense mourning. For what, he could not articulate, but it was enough to draw heavy concern. He called for Brandon’s name, yet he didn’t make a sound. The sobbing appeared to increase in it’s intensity, as Aaron then heard a shot gun from across the room. In complete and utter shock, he saw no other choice but to immediately call 911.. With sweaty palms and a heavy heart, he quickly reached into his back-pocket, and began dialing 911. Soon, the screams became more hoarse as Brandon audibly collapsed, as he gasped and screamed in excruciating pain. As the operator came in, he attempted to sound somewhat calm, yet his anxiety was clearly present in his voice. In a quivering, yet stern tone, he attempted to explain the situation the best he could..

‘’H-hello, I am c-alling on b-ehalf of my neighbor, Brandon Iles. He lives on Mulbary, second street. He is trying to kill himself, and has shot himself multiple times.’’

‘’What is his address?’’

‘’Muncie, 411.’’

‘’We will arrive in ten minutes’’.

As the call ended, the initial shock of what had happened hit him. Since Brandon was a casual acquaintance, he could never envision himself ever doing anything remotely like this. Furthermore, he could never imagine that Brandon was ever suicidal, since their conversations were usually light hearted and typical. But, Aaron was lacking in emotional intelligence. Perhaps, it may have always been there.

As services were immediately brought in, he waited for at least a minute, but found himself unable too. His concern too heavy.Unable to wait, he got a tool to unlock Brandon’s door, which he wish he had used sooner. Opening the door, he could see his body lying face down on the floor, the gun in his hand. He had a noticeable pulse, yet appeared unconscious. Brandon’s hand was erratically holding the gun. He was still alive.

Holding out his arm, he saw several slash marks lining his back, upper torso, and upper arm. These appeared to be, self inflicted. Further more, his head was visibly bleeding, and blood began to pour from the crevice visible on his head. His mouth was leaking with blood, the sight sending chills down his spine. As he attempted to stay calm, a voice echoed across the room, causing him to flinch, it’s tone soul sucking, unfeeling and robotic. It sounded like it came from the entire room, as if it was an advanced speaker.

‘’Hello. It sure wonderful to see you again, Aaron. Do you know, that I know your name? You must be shocked by that, aren’t you...Could you perhaps consider, releasing Brandon? It is quite inconvenient for you to be here. I have worked very hard in maintaining Brandon, regardless of his misstep, and I do not need you to further cause him to be an inconvenience to me. Considering, I actually want him to be useful in the future.’’

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Paralyzed, Aaron had no idea what he could say, as this mysterious voice silenced him. Brandon, continued to cough and vomit out blood, as he held out to him and his face. Soon, he began to speak..

‘’L-eave..Please, leave..I don’t want him to come for you too.’’ As the horror of the situation increased, he could feel Brandon place the gun in Aarons hand. ''Please, kill me. I don''t want anymore of this.'' ‘’I..I can’t..’' ‘’Then leave, and let me die. He will come for you and destroy you like he did me. It’s only a matter of time, I-I.’’ ''Brandon, I'm not leaving you''. '"No, you have, you have to,L-L.'' He stuttered, his tone sporadic, as pain came from trying to speak, as blood continued to pour from his lips. Soon, Brandon’s eyes closed, and it all went to black. Brandon died within Aaron’s arms, his pulse running cold.

‘’You killed him.’’ The voice rang.

‘’You could have prevented this.’’

‘’Do you not realize what you did? Why I am here? I was going to bring Brandon to an advanced medical facility. Your call, is unnecessary.’’

‘’Who are you?’’ Aaron cried.

A darkly quiet remained, as he held out Brandons lifeless husk of a body. He began to cry to himself, feeling completely and utterly helpless. His mind could barely comprehend that begin, yet it felt like a God. He regarded it with terror, as Brandon’s haunting last words filled his mind. Before he could think, the door broke down. The voice all but dissipated. His eyes, were still noticeably bulged from their sockets, his demeanor unstable and shakey .

This caused him to have little regard for the police, his face fixated on the lifeless body of Brandon. The police eyed him suspiciously. Before he knew it, he was hand cuffed.

‘’What's going on? No, I am the one who called for help. Why are you hand cuffing me?’’

‘’Isn’t it obvious? The blood on your clothes confirms it. You were the one that killed him. You even had enough guilt to call us to see your crimes.’’

‘’B-but..’’ He then stopped himself, as he looked down on the floor. The urge to vomit came before him, both from the accusation placed upon him, and from the disgust he had from the situation. As he looked down on the floor, he soon noticed, the knife right beside him, causing him to look suspect. Images of Brandon using the knife on himself, flashed in his mind. During the current moment, his focus was shifted on Brandon, causing him to neglect aspects like the knife right beside him, and the problematic nature of him holding the gun he used to shoot himself. ‘’No, this is all wrong. This is all a mistake. I-I didn’t kill him. I did not kill him. It was, that thing. That, horrific fucking thing! I was there on the phone, and I saw him kill himself. I came in the room to attempt to revive him, and all I heard was this voice, it murdered him.’’

‘’Alright then, you can tell us the rest in the car..Just try to calm down..’’

Stopping himself, he realized how insane that all was. No one would believe that a ghost called to him and killed Brandon. They would think he was mentally ill, if they hadn’t already. Which is exactly what they did, as they brought him to the police car.

‘’I never thought, in all my life,that I would see an CIA agent call 911 to alert them of his murder, frame it as a suicide, and use his mental illness as a framing device.’’ He said in an unflinching tone.

As Aaron walked inside the car, he swore he could see, a red mechanical eye staring back at him.