Late one evening, David was walking home after watching a movie at the theater down his road. It was cold and rainy and the streets were eerily dark due to the cloud cover and lack of moonlight. David felt very frightened and wished he had just driven his car instead of walking.
He decided to take a shortcut through an alleyway, which is never a good idea and always leads to problems. Suddenly, a man jumped out and said, “Boo!”
David’s heart nearly stopped. “Ah! What was that for?”
“Just wanted to say hi,” replied the man with a mischievous smile.
“Well, hello.” David proceeded to walk, but the man jumped directly in front of him.
“Where ya headed?”
“That’s none of your business, sir!” said David.
“Not until I tickle ya!” The stranger reached forward and tried to tickle David’s ribcage, but David pulled back.
“Why can’t you just leave me alone? Who are you, anyway?” David was certain he was going to die.
“My name’s Devin Lackney, but they call me Devin the Devil!”
David’s blood ran cold. “Why do they call you that?”
“Well, I’m a serial killer, and all serial killers get cool names, ya know?”
David wasn’t sure what to believe, but he didn’t want to find out if he was telling the truth.
“Pleasure meeting you,” said David as he ran in the opposite direction and didn’t stop until he was back at his apartment. He looked back to make sure he wasn’t being followed, then went inside and latched his door lock. He sat down, nervous and scared, and turned on the news.
After several stories, David saw a segment that caught his eye.
“They’re calling him Devin the Devil, and he’s still on the loose. He’s known for cutting his victims into tiny pieces and leaving them all over the place.” They showed a police sketch of the man and added, “Please call the police if you have any information.”
David immediately dialed the number and told the police what had happened. Within minutes, he heard sirens. The police interviewed him and informed him that Devin the Devil had been apprehended due to his tip. David Emami was happy to help, but that didn’t help him sleep at all that night.
David Emami is Alone in Portland is a collection of stories that peer into the life of a middle-aged curmudgeon with a fondness for cats and antiques.
Playfully illustrated with Bitmoji characters, his story comes to life as each day brings a new adventure.
He was obsessive compulsive and mad about antiques. The apartment was covered, top to bottom, in decor that would be more aligned with that of an old woman that peaked in the 1960s. david-emami-takes-on-portland.html
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