Recently, I heard that my former college schoolmate, Arthur, has committed suicide. In college, no one could really be a friend of him because he loved investigating scary things like black magic and curses. To be honest, I am not so shocked that he committed suicide because investigating those things is very dangerous. Maybe he just accidentally cursed himself or learnt some new magic that required the death of the curser.
My friend, Christopher, was an extremely curious person. When he heard that Arthur was dead, he became so excited that he wanted to go to see his house, and see if there is something interesting. I didn’t feel comfortable because I really didn’t want to see any of that scary things that might appear in his house.
“Come on, Samuel, it’ll be fun! Think about the mysterious black magic. Oh yeah, maybe I can make my girlfriend more beautiful by that stuff!” he said with excitement.
“Stop thinking about your girlfriend Chris. That’s not something belonging to earth! It’s black magic! It’s dangerous, you know?” I replied angrily.
“Come on little feller, are you afraid?” said Christopher.” I’m going there myself if you’re afraid.”
Of course I couldn’t leave my best friend in danger. At last, I gave up and went with him.
When we entered Arthur’s house, I felt like I can’t stay for one more second. All of the walls were painted as black as coal, and there was a scary magic circle on one of those walls. On the television, I saw a doll with needles all over its body. The atmosphere was so unearthly that I wanted to leave at once.
Then I saw Arthur’s suicide note written by a piece of chalk on one of the walls. It seemed obvious that he committed suicide because he was too obsessed with the investigation of black magic and couldn’t bear the uncanny atmosphere around him. Well, that might be the most stupid suicide note I had ever seen.
Although the atmosphere in Arthur’s house was so strange, Christopher was so excited that it seemed like he had found a gold mine. He looked all over the house.
“Hey, come here, I found something interesting in the bathroom,” he said.
I went into the bathroom and saw the word “REDRUM” on the wall.
“No matter what it is, let’s get out of here! This place is so strange!” I cried.
We left Arthur’s house and sat down in a bar. We drank a little and discussed for a while. We both agreed that the word “REDRUM” was the key. We wrote down the word “REDRUM” on a piece of paper and started investigating.
“Red rum…seems like it’s a kind of rum. Maybe let’s ask the bartender over there,” Christopher said. So we asked the bartender if it’s a kind of wine.
“Um…There is no wine called red rum. Where do you guys see it?” the bartender replied.
We didn’t answer and we just left. Suddenly, I dropped the paper.
“No Chris, No! Tell me it’s not true! It’s not true! “I cried with tremendous fear.
“I didn’t expect something like this either! No!”
The paper went up side down and we read the alphabets backwards….