“Now, I know what your thinking. You want to murder me, right? But why murder me? What did I ever do to you?” I asked.

“You took something that I could never get back,” The murderer said.

“Look, I don’t even know you. How am I supposed to know what I took from you!?” I asked him.

“You took my true love for your own,” He said, “And you knew that she was perfect for me!”

“My wife? If you want her you can take her,” I told him. “Just, please don’t kill me!”

“Taking your loved one isn’t enough. But taking your life is,” The guy walked closer to me, with his sharp pointy knife in his hand.

We were in a small room, with no windows or light. I had been sitting in a chair, and the murderer had been walking back and forth in front of the door. Of course, the door was locked. Only way for me to escape my impending doom was to convince this loon-tic to not kill me. How to do that? I have no idea.

“Listen, can’t we, I don’t know, talk about this?”

“There’s nothing left to say,” The guy said.

“Well, if you do kill me I’d at least like to know who my killer is,” I said. “I don’t think being killed by an unknown man would look good on my permanent record.”

“I’m surprised you don’t recognize me,” The guy said.

“I haven’t ever seen you in my life,” I told him. “Who are you?”

“I’m your twin brother Jack, I’m surprised you didn’t remember me.”

“I haven’t seen you in years Jake! And why want to kill family?”

“You took my happiness away by marrying Amy. You knew she was meant for me. We were best friends, and had entered the dating faze. Then you came along,” Jake said.

“You liked Amy? I always thought you two were just friends,” I said.

“Enough chit chat! I’m ready to get this over with!” Jake yelled. He raised his knife and started running towards me.

I couldn’t do anything. I had been roped to the chair, and this type of rope was too thick to break with just your strength. Just my luck that I’d forgotten my pocket knife.

“Please don’t!” I yelled.

I closed my eyes tight, and hoped the pain wouldn’t last very long. Then, I heard a voice say something. But it wasn’t Jake.

“Hands behind your back now!” A policeman yelled.

The door laid on the floor, obvious that the policeman had kicked it down.

Jake instantly dropped his knife and froze. “H,h,how?”

Then, my wife ran through the doorway holding up her phone.

“How’d you know?” I asked her.

“Remember when I needed to use your phone last night?” Amy asked.

“Of course,” I answered.

“I installed a tracking app, so that way I would know where you were at all times. When you didn’t come home at your regular time, I started getting worried. I looked up your location, and from there on the police handled the rest,” Amy explained.

“And I could’ve gotten away with it, if it wasn’t for your dumb wife!” Jake yelled.

“We’ve heard that phrase enough buster. Start moving,” The policemen said.

The policemen took Jake and walked out the door with him. From that day on, I never seen or heard about my twin brother, and I’m pretty glad. Now I make sure that I always take my phone with me.