The Silent Witness

Edgar Price lived alone in a small, creaky apartment on the outskirts of a bustling city. To his neighbors, he was a quiet, reclusive man who never caused any trouble. No one paid him much attention, and Edgar liked it that way. He kept to himself, working nights at a factory and spending his days watching old detective shows in his dimly lit living room.

But tonight, Edgar wasn’t watching TV. He stood at his kitchen window, staring down at the street below. His heartbeat thundered in his ears as he replayed the events of the evening in his mind.

It had all started with a scream.

Earlier that night, Edgar had been walking home through a shadowy alley, his usual shortcut. The city’s noise felt muffled in the narrow passageway, where the distant hum of traffic barely reached. He kept his head down, avoiding the gaze of anyone passing by.

Then, he heard it—a blood-curdling scream that shattered the quiet. He froze, his breath catching in his throat. Peering cautiously around the corner, he saw her. A woman, struggling against a shadowy figure who had her pinned against the wall.

Edgar’s first instinct was to back away. This wasn’t his business, and he didn’t want to get involved. But as he took a step back, his foot struck a loose piece of metal. The clang echoed through the alley, and the attacker’s head snapped in his direction.

For a split second, their eyes met. The man’s face was obscured by a hoodie, but his eyes were unmistakable—cold, calculating, and furious.

Edgar panicked and ran. He didn’t look back, his breath ragged as he sprinted the last few blocks to his apartment. His mind raced with questions. Should he call the police? What if they blamed him? He was just an ordinary man, invisible to the world. No one would believe him.

Now, standing by the window, Edgar couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched. He pulled the curtains closed and paced the room, his thoughts swirling. The woman—had she survived? The attacker—was he still out there, looking for him?

A knock at the door startled Edgar, and his heart leapt into his throat. He tiptoed to the peephole, his hands trembling. Outside stood a man in a dark hoodie, his face hidden in the dim hallway light.

Edgar stumbled back, his mind screaming at him to stay quiet. The knock came again, louder this time.

“Mr. Price,” the man called out. “I know you’re in there.”

Edgar’s knees buckled, and he slid to the floor. How did he know his name? Who was he?

The man continued. “I saw you in the alley. You saw me too, didn’t you?”

Edgar’s breath came in short, shallow gasps. His hands fumbled for his phone, but it wasn’t on the table where he thought he’d left it. He cursed under his breath, panic threatening to consume him.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” the man said, his voice eerily calm. “I just want to talk.”

Edgar stayed silent, hoping the man would leave, but he didn’t. Minutes passed like hours. Then, just as suddenly as he had arrived, the man walked away. Edgar remained frozen on the floor, too scared to move.

The next day, Edgar couldn’t bring himself to leave his apartment. The thought of facing the outside world—and possibly the man from the night before—was unbearable. But as the sun dipped below the horizon, a pang of guilt gnawed at him.

He turned on the news, hoping to find some mention of the alley incident. A headline caught his eye: "Local Woman Found Dead in Alley; No Witnesses Reported."

Edgar’s stomach churned. He should have done something. Called the police. Intervened. Anything. Instead, his silence had cost a woman her life.

A knock at the door shattered his thoughts once again. This time, it wasn’t the mysterious man. It was the police.

“Mr. Price,” a stern voice called out, “we have some questions about an incident last night.”

Edgar’s hands shook as he reached for the doorknob. He knew he couldn’t hide forever.

As the door creaked open, he realized this was the moment his carefully hidden life would unravel. He was no longer invisible. He was the silent witness, and his silence had condemned him as much as the killer.

Disclaimer:

This story, The Silent Witness

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