As i hovered the mouse over the small avatar of a cartoon man, I considered all my options. Either I click this and risk everything or I close the webpage and hide my laptop pretending this never happened, but it did happen and it IS happening. Before I knew what I was doing I clicked it, shocked at my own movements.

“What do you need” the message popped up in the bottom right hand corner of my screen, startling me. I didn’t realise it was going to happen so quickly.

“A way to help my friend. He’s not a normal person you see, he’s special and he’s in a sticky situation. He needs a person...a dead person. Someone to feed off of... he drinks blood. He’s a ... night walker.” The words felt so silky as I typed them. But I needed to help him, I loved him and love makes you do crazy things.

Nothing. No response for a long 10 or so minutes and finally the sound of the message binging brought me a sense of relief and instant anxiety.

“Ok. No problem. It’ll cost you” he wrote. He or she I didn’t know. I just assumed this was a mans job. How could this person not react to what I was saying? Maybe they thought I was lying and just wanted some dead person for nothing.

“It has to be fresh. I’m not asking you to kill someone just maybe come across a dead person I don’t know how this works.” I wrote back biting at the last on my nails.

The conversation lasted 10 exchanges between me and this person and ended with us deciding the local library as the meeting place for payment. I had to tell jake right away I was so eager for him to see how normal I could be about all this. Instead of ringing or texting him I just got in my car and drove to his house, running up to the door and banging on it relentlessly. The whole journey from door door was usually a 15/20 minute one but I made it in 10.

He opened it, confused but happy to see me. I could barely control myself.

“Guess what I’ve done” I said, like a child telling their parents they’ve cleaned their room.

“I’ve gotten you dinner” I thought it would be funny. Apparently not.

“What?” He demanded. I didn’t sense the anger behind his words. Explaining everything to him I was beginning to realise what was happening. He was not happy ... and I was in mote trouble than I even realised.