Jack Barron Monologue

My name is Jack Barron. I am 26 years old. I live alone in a small, one-story house. People say I'm a quiet man that doesn't talk unless he needs to. They're right, I hate tedious and needless banter. I work a long shift every day and don't get home until around 11:30 PM, starting every day with a visit to the gym, as bodybuilding is my only hobby. The date was November 16th, 2025, and it was 11:00 PM. After an exhausting day at the office, I was excited to walk home, which was pretty odd considering I've developed quite a fear of the dark in recent years. A good portion of the walk back to my place is poorly illuminated. As if that wasn't already bad, for the past several years I've never seemed to be able to get over that phobia that something
I maintained posture as she glanced over her shoulder, back, and started walking faster than she had been. A little unsettled, I sped up with her, slightly paranoid that maybe one of us was being followed. I started peeking over my own shoulder, but I did not catch anything unusual. About another block had passed, and ahead of me, the odd woman was glancing over her shoulder frantically, and eventually started to run. At this point I was very nervous, so I ran with her as quietly as I could, following at the same pace. I had intended to break away from her as I approached my home so that she didn't think I was chasing her in case she did notice me. As we ran through the dark night, with sidewalks barely illuminated by the moonlight, I could begin to hear her breathing very clearly. She was not only breathing at a fast rate, but it sounded very raspy. Her breathing sounded similar to that of someone who was inhaling a thin atmosphere after being a lifelong smoker. That in itself was a very nerve-racking
Panicked, I dug through my pockets to locate my keys. Ripping them out, I sifted through them while my hands shook wildly until I found the house key and rammed it into the keyhole. The lock wouldn't release. I let go of the key and took a few seconds to collect myself. I didn't know what to think. Was I being robbed? Should I call the police? I wondered what to do as I attempted to calm myself down. There was no way I was going to be able to turn that key with my hands shaking like that. I didn't remember seeing any weapons on her, and she was walking like she was drunk or something. I didn't want to get the cops involved if I could avoid it. I'd made up my mind. I was going to burst in and try to overpower her. Slowly and gently clutching the key, I turned it and the lock released. I flung the door open so hard that I could've broken it off its hinges if I pushed with any more force. I wanted her to know that I meant business. I immediately started screaming for her to reveal herself. There was no response. I waited there, hoping to hear a bang, creak, or just any sound that would indicate her presence. There was nothing but the calm quiet of a dead