abbed my phone off the charger in my bedroom. I walked through the hallway of my apartment building to get to the staircase. The neighbors seem more quiet than usual. I should check up on Sophia in apartment 233. Sophia and I have been talking for a while now, she is kind and beautiful with her brown hair and blue eyes. I have been interested in her for a while now. I knocked on her door, but no one answered. “Sophia, you in there?” I shouted through the door, but on my third knock, it slowly creaked open. To my horror I found her, lying on her white carpet in a pool of blood. “Oh my god! I think I’m going to be sick.” I proclaim as I back away slowly and go back to my apartment to call the police. As the police arrive, they evacuate everyone, including me, out of the building so they can do their investigation. I decided it was best to stay away from the building for a while, so I decided I would go into work. Once I arrived at the office, my boss was waiting. “Why are you late?” my boss, a chubby white man that is always grumpy, said as I walked in. “I discovered my neighbor dead, sir.” I said, trying to hold back tears. “I see…” My boss said as if he understood the feelings I felt. “May I go to my office now?” I said, still fighting back tears. “Yes, you may.” said my boss, as he turned around and left to go back to his office. I walk over to my small, supervisory office where I have my work computer and my paperwork. The pain was too much and as I sat down, I started crying. I start thinking about the stuff I had just seen earlier today, how the person that I cared for the most ended up being killed. The worst part is there are no updates, no clues on who would have done this. As I start feeling a little better, I start doing some of my paperwork that has to be done by the time I leave the office today. Some were about some maintenance that needed to be done, others were complaints about people. Overall, being a supervisor for an office building is boring and it takes a lot of energy to sit in an office, doing paperwork for hours at a time. At the end of the work day, I quickly left without socializing with the people that I usually did. I decided I would just go home and check up on Sarah, a friend of mine and Sophia. I was curious how she was feeling after Sophia was found dead. AS I arrived home. I saw that they let the people back into the building. Sophia’s apartment was all closed up with police tape and the door was closed. So I didn’t stay there for long because I started remembering what I saw. I decided to hurry and get to my apartment and call Sarah. “Hey Sarah. Did you hear about Sophia?” I said as she answered the call. “Yea, it is pretty sad to hear.” Sarah said, her voice faint. It sounds like she had been crying for hours. “Yea, I was the one to discover her. I almost threw up when I saw her.” I said, heaving at the thought of the gruesome sight. “I am really going to miss her, she was such a lively person.” I said, tears building up in my eyes but suddenly a blood curdling scream came from Sarah’s phone. Something was wrong. “Sarah, are you alright?” I yelled through the phone, but no reply came. I quickly ran out of my apartment and to my car, I had to go to Sarah’s house to see what was wrong. I started speeding to her house, it was two blocks away from my apartment. Within 4 minutes, I had arrived at her house. The police were already there though. She had also been murdered. “Who is targeting people that I know?” I ask myself.