Nathan O. Rayee II

Everyone say hello to Nathan O. Rayee II. Don't be shy, he's a pretty nice guy once you get to know him. He lies peacefully asleep, here on his bed inside of the apartment he rents. Snuggled in his blankets, nestled between pillows, he dreams on clouds, but now it is time to wake up. -Beep beep beep beep beep- Nathan begins to stir as his alarm blares, rubbing his eyes and then his shaggy black hair, groaning at the morning and the day to come. "I'm too old for this crap." He lets out a long yawn before sitting up in bed smacking his lips and looking around his room. "Ugh, so worn out from everything. Off day is finally here so it is time to relax." Nathan gets out of bed while scratching his ass, and proceeds to go through his normal morning rituals.

During his shower he talks to himself. "Work is killing me, all of those ungrateful morons. Stacey is wearing on my nerves. Really can't she get off of my ass just a little bit, for a few days? Why do I attract all the girls that want to cause drama and fuck with my life? Some days I just want to watch everything burn. At least when I do get some time to myself I can screw with other people." Nathan slinks out of the shower gripping his shoulders as the cool air chills his body and wicks away the hot water. He dries off, gets dressed, and heads out to enjoy the day with a few of his friends.

Later that evening Nathan returned home, he had an exciting day and wanted to share a few jokes on Facebook and check his emails. When he checked his notifications he had mail from someone he hadn't friended, so he opened it. It read, "Knock knock, somebody's knocking on your door." Just as he had read this, there was a knocking at his front door. Nathan was a little creeped out at the coincidence but chalked it up to just that and went to answer his door. However when he got to the door and opened it, nobody was there. He called out, "Hello, what do you want?" But there was no response. He sighed and closed his door, assuming that some neighborhood kids were playing a prank on him. So he travelled back into his room, and sat down in front of his monitor again.

"Damn kids, I need to teach them a lesson when I find out who did this." Right then he received a new message from the same account. He opened it, and it read, "Tap tap, somebody's tapping at your window." Just as before as Nathan read his message there was a sound, a tapping at his window behind him. He was startled, but hurridly checked the window outside to see if he could catch who was messing with him. But he found no one. A little pissed off he sat back down to his computer and posted on his wall. "There's some fuckers screwing with me at my apartment. They better not pull this when I'm sleeping." He then went back to checking his notifications and looking at the updates of those important to him, sharing his sarcastic wit and posting a few inside jokes from the day's happenings. After he was finished, he closed everything out, turned everything off, and got ready to sleep. Once everything was copacetic again, he crawled into bed and began drifting away to sleep, dreading the week to come.

Nathan woke up 2 hours later to prepare for Monday, to get ready for both work and school. His schedule was going to be hectic and consume the vast majority of his time. However he still took the time out to check on his Facebook and email. He noticed that he had a message from a different account, the situation felt odd because random people didn't usually message him, and what happened last night had pissed him off. But he opened the message anyway, it read, "Steal steal, somebody's stealing all your money." Nathan decided to reply to this message and told the poster to screw off. The recent occurances were testing his nerves, but he got ready anyways and set off on his day. When Nathan got to work someone was taking orders from everyone in the office for lunch, and she'd go out during lunch to pick everything up. She asked Nathan what he wanted and he started to say, "Oh just a little..." but he trailed off and then said, "Nevermind, nothing I guess." He was looking in his wallet in shock, all of his money was gone. Then he remembered the message from the morning and decided that after work he would file a report with the police that someone broke into his house and stole his money, and was leaving him messages.

As the day wore on and hunger set in, he cursed whoever had stolen his money and was messing with him. This wasn't just a game anymore, this was serious and someone stole his money. When work hit a slow note he decided to check on his email, he clicked through spam and deleted it, then read a couple of messages. Just as he was going to close out he received another message. It was from facebook alterting him that he received a new message. Again he didn't know the account name, but read the message. "Slash slash, somebody's slashing your tires." With swiftness he raced out of the office, out of the building and to his car only to find all of his tires slashed. "What, what is going on? Why is this happening to me?" Right then he decided to call the police and file reports about his car, money, and the messages he's been receiving. So his day from there consisted of reporting to the police and getting their half sincere assurances that they'd catch the pertpetrator. Finally after he got dropped off at home he was so worn out, but he couldn't sleep, he had to work on projects for school which took him into twilight hours.

Nathan woke up hours later, drool drenching one of his papers and a pen stuck to the side of his face. His phone was beeping, he had received a text message, now he didn't know the sender but viewed it anyway. "Snip snip, somebody's snipping your hair." Nathan instantly dropped his phone and felt his head. His hair was cut haphazzardly, it was no longer shaggy, but short and malformed. This freaked him out, somebody was targetting him, was at and in his home, he was disgusted and scared. -Beep beep buzz- Nathan's phone went off again, he got another text. "Knock knock, somebody's knocking on your door." And just as he read the text there was a knocking on his apartment door. He rushed to the door but again, found no one there. -Ring ring ring- "Aaahh!" Nathan let out a yell at the sound of his phone ringing, scared witless he didn't answer the call if he didn't know the caller.

This continued for weeks, there was never any progress in the investigation and it was eventually dropped. The messages, texts, and calls kept coming from different accounts and different numbers. Nathan became increasingly paranoid and eventually dropped out of school and quit work. He started to hold up inside of his house with his electric turned off and cell powered off. Every little sound made him jump and he often cried at nights. One night he turned his phone on and saw that he had received no new calls and no new text messages. All of his friends had abandoned him, they let him wallow in fear and pity. But then he received a text message which read, "Creak creak, somebody's in your apartment." As he read the text he hear a creaking in the floor down the hall outside of his room. Another text came. "Scratch scratch, somebody's scratching on your bedroom door." And as he read the message there was an eerie scratching on his bedroom door. He was choked up in fear so he grabbed onto himself rocking back and forth as his bedroom doorknob turned, and the door opened slowly.

Nathan looked at the door, there was nothing there. He stared at the doorway as nothing entered his room, everything was silent. He had his phone but did not call the police. Nathan picked up the gun he had with him since a week after these incidents started. He carefully got the courage to get up and walk out of his room, weapon drawn, he had decided to put an end to his tormentor once and for all. The one who had taken his job away, his school, his friends, girlfriend, and his sanity. Nathan decided to confront him and make sure he could never be tormented in such a way again. He walked all over his apartment but found no one. Nobody was inside of his apartment. Not in his bedroom, not the kitchen, spare room, or living room. Nathan made his way slowly and silently to the bathroom, the last place in the apartment to check.

He entered the bathroom and saw the shower curtain was drawn, he shakingly aimed his gun and fired all of his rounds at the shower, then pulled back the curtain. There was nothing behind the curtain. Just as this happened Nathan received a call from a private number. He answered it screaming in tears, "Why are you doing this to me? Why?!" There was silence, after a few moments a faint breathing was heard. "Answer me!" Nathan yelled into the phone. "Smile smile, somebody is smiling at you." Nathan looked into his bathroom mirror. What he saw was me, smiling back at him.