The Ransom Note

Actually, instead of Chapter 7, I am posting this! I got "642 things to write about" for Christmas (from my fiance! yay!) And I just wrote this little story and I thought it was fun, so I am posting it here! yay! ha

The Ransom Note

I picked up the envelope, the front just saying “Stan”, on it. I opened it, my mouth gaping in horror as I read what appeared to be a ransom note. “I have your wife and kids. This is what you get for working so many hours and never being home. Be at this address in exactly two hours or I torture and kill your family.”

I let out a strangled cry, the tears already flowing, and looked at the address. It was in San Diego, about two hours away. No time to call the cops, I just had to get there. I could do this on my own, I could save my family.

I jumped in my car and started driving, calling my wife’s cell phone every ten minutes, trying to get a hold of somebody, anybody. After an hour and a half, a deep voice answered my wife’s phone; “Only thirty minutes left”, it said mocking me, then hung out.

I threw the phone angrily across the car and sped up just a little bit.

Finally, I arrived at the address. It was an old, dark restaurant in the Gas Lamp District. I cautiously opened the door, spitting out a quiet “hello?” before being blinded by a million light bulbs and a crowd of people laughing and screaming “Surprise!” into my face. Oh… I am going to kill my wife for this…