text: Have you ever looked up at the sky and asked yourself what is out there? No,well the recluse knowing as William Greymoore did. But he knew too much and in turn they got him. Who killed him? Nobody knows. I was a friend of William Greymoore. Every month he would go missing. Then return with new knowledge on the cosmic universe. He would never say where he got the knowledge from. Five days before he was found dead. He told me they were watching him from his window. When I asked who. He said he doesn’t know but that he suspects something sinister. I myself to this day have no clue on who they were. He also told me if he goes missing this time or is found dead,it’s probably them. I asked if it was because of his research. He said he thinks it is because of that,but not to worry because he has a shotgun in his house. I told him to not leave the house and to always have his shotgun ready,he told me he will at that was that. 4 days before he was found dead he told me he can’t talk on the phone anymore because he thinks they have a wiretap on it. He said he would find a way to talk then hung up. A couple hours later I got a letter in the mail from him. In it he said. “Found a way to talk,hope this makes it to you,anyway.Four cars and a van are outside the house constantly. The van I think has some thermal thing(not really sure what it is) scanning to see if I’m home. I have never heard of technology like that. Stay away from my house,ok,DO NOT come near it,for your own safety. And I’m not sure if this is anything to be concerned with but I think they are walking or crawling about my roof at night. Maybe it’s just birds or something. I’m a bit paranoid. “ That wasn’t the last note that came through my door. The next one creeps me out so much. “They have become more active. Instead of staying in their dammed cars,they are now walking up to my door and looking in then knocking,but I’m not going to answer. I am certain it’s them at night on the roof,I don’t know what they’re doing to the roof but I think they’re trying to get in. My knowledge of things are definitely the reason for these people stalking me. I know it is. I fear they will get in one night and kill me while I sleep,so I can not spread the knowledge I know of the world. My garret window has been boarded up. I did it in the day. At night I lie in bed reading,trying not to fall asleep.” His garret window after 5 years,is still boarded up. His house now lies empty,squalid and abandoned. It now belongs to vermin and people,the latter I’m not sure of because I haven’t been back to the quaint town in years. His last note before he was found dead read: “I’m too tired to stay up anymore. I shall go to sleep tonight and see what happens. If I survive the night I will write to you again. I’m sorry for this.” The next day I waited but no letter came. I waited for 3 days and then went to his house,if they were there or not I was going to see if he was ok. Nobody was there. I walked atop the stairs and knocked. No answer. The door was strangely unlocked and a putrid stench came from inside. I ran in and found the poor recluse William Greymoore dead. He lay on the floor. Rigor mortis had set in. Strangled. To this day I know it was them. I know it wasn’t a suicide like everyone said. But I’m not saying anything because I know they’re still out there. But alas I fear I will never know who or what the people wanted,and why they killed the poor recluse knowing as William Greymoore. Note:Feedback is welcome,this is my second short story,it may not be the best but feedback helps me improve.