Though the start is a little slow keep with it. The story actually gets better. I first started it in high school as an experiment in first person point of view and detail writing as you will see in some of the description of the rooms. Little did I know the story I was starting would turn out like it did. So read on and enter the world of......

Midnight

Private Eye

Part 1

Intro

You ever have one of those days when nothing seems to make any sense? I was on a big case and I had all the clues, but that was my problem. I have too many clues. I’ve turned over every stone, I’ve talked to every stool pigeon in the city, and I even done all my homework, but every time I keep running myself in circles! Wait! Just then it hit me. I don’t know what, but it hit me good and hard right on the back of my head ............ and I was down for the count.

Chapter 1
Losing My Mind

When I woke up it had to be about 11:30 p.m. I was no longer .......... no longer .... uh oh. I have absolutely no idea where I am supposed to be. Wait, come to think of it I have no idea who I’m supposed to be either. Wait a minute! I’m no dummy I’ll just check my wallet, and look at my driver’s license. I reached into my back pocket, pulled out my wallet, opened it up, and ......

I couldn’t read it. I’ve forgotten how to read! Nooooo! Could things get any worse??? Now what will I do? The worse part about losing your memory is not having any experience to fall back on ....... oh now this is odd ...... upon closer observation of my driver’s license I notice that the words were gone and replace by strange looking symbols. And the money was the same. As I studied it more I concluded that the writing on my money and my driver’s license resembled Japanese writing ...... Who am I? And how do know that this writing is Japanese and not Chinese or something? But even more importantly as I put my wallet away and calmed myself down my surroundings became clear to me.

My light source was a lamp on a stand to my left. I was sitting on some sort of bed. If you could call it a bed. It was all ragged and torn with a spring or two popping out of it. In the middle of the room was a table and two chairs. Across the room was an open door leading to a restroom. To my right, there was a desk with another door to the left of it. It was locked. Another strange thing, no windows. I appear to be safe for the moment, and my head was killing me. I decided that it would be best to get some sleep and wait till morning to plan my escape. After checking under the bed for any monsters I put the lamp out and settled into bed ...... Oh no! No night-light!

Chapter 2
The Shack

In the morning, I could see why the builder of the room had not bothered to add windows. The cracks and holes in the ceiling and walls let in all sorts of light making it a lot brighter than the night before. I went straight to the bathroom. After taking care of some necessary business I sat down at the table to think. “Gee, I’m hungry, I wonder when they’ll serve breakfast?” I thought. Then I saw “it”. The envelope. I picked it up, and hesitated to open it. What if I couldn’t read this either?

I had to open it. It might be a clue of who I am, and where I am. I was right. As I opened it up I found it to be in English, and this is what it said,

“Dear Midnight,

You will find yourself in a remote area of southern Japan.
I have spent time and money falsifying your sitizenship,
mony, passport, andd driver’s license. I trust that you will take
a long vacation for a few months.

P.S. Stay outta mie wae!!!!”

Whoever wrote this letter has the literacy level of toast. But who did write this indeed?? And why go through all the trouble to put me out of the way rather than kill me? And am I Midnight? If I am Midnight then is it my real name? And then was it my first or last name?

Even though I had this letter it didn’t prove I was Midnight. Yes, it is definitely possible that the thug who brought me here could have knocked out the wrong guy. Namely me. Wait minute! You would think I am a coward thinking like that! Oh yeah! Well its a very strong possibility that I am this Midnight person. Either way I had to escape.

I tried the closed door again. It was still locked, but this time I noticed a sign on the door. It read, “Out of order ... Don't Use!”

“Ridiculous, I said out loud to myself, “How can a door be out of order?”

I backed up a ways and got in a running position. 1...2...3. I ran with all my force and then crashed right through the door and right off a cliff. Now that I was falling to my inevitable doom, I could now see that the door was, in fact, out of order. I decided to look on the bright side, if I’m afraid of heights then at least there is no quicker way to reach the ground.

Splash!

Splash?

While I was falling I had not bothered to look down. I merely assumed that I was going to die. Instead I found myself drinking sea water with the fishies. After I reached the surface my first priority was to start breathing again.

After I accomplished this, I headed for shore. My clothes were soaked. Actually this was the first time I noticed what I was wearing. A trench coat, an old suit, and a rather soaked fedora. One of them real to life detective hats! Hey what's this?

I pulled out of my pocket a business card. The sea had washed away most of it, but I could still make out part of the number: (615)5 5-4 5 . There was a chance that if I could make out the rest of that number I could call it and find out more about myself, but I had one small problem. No phone.

In fact I was now on a beach below the cliff on top of which stood the cabin... uh make that shack that I had spent the night in. Beyond the beach there was a clearing with lots of grass and a few trees here and there in clusters ..... if that's what you call them ... clusters of trees?? There was also a very well trodden path. Although no one was around now, a path like this one must be used quite a bit to keep grass from growing on it. Oh well, its not like I got better things to do, I might as well take the path and see where it goes.

Chapter 3
The Path

The land was hilly. The path had hills to both sides of it and felt very secluded from the rest of the world. Then as I wandered through the path, I began to smell something. Something was stinky. So I stopped hoping the odor would pass. At that time I just happened to look down at my feet. I was standing in it.

First I forget who I am. Then I fall off a cliff. Now I am standing in doggy doo doo. You ever have one of those days?!? I started wiping my shoe in the grass on the side of the hill when about this time a farmer came up and over the top of the hill from the other side with a gun aimed at me. It must be Friday the 13th.

“#?@! Toyota!” he said which either means, “Hey you! Lets party!” or “Stop wiping doggy doo in my grass!” and I had that odd feeling he wasn’t in the mood for a disco.

“Look! Godzilla!” I screamed and pointed behind him. He turned around and I grabbed his gun and conked him on the head with it. He went out like a light bulb. I looked around to see if anybody saw me do it. No one was around, so I dragged him up and over the hill to the other side. Once over the hill, I looked around to see if I could find a place to hide his body. I didn’t want anyone to come up unexpectedly and say, “Hey did you knock him out??” because then I would have to come up with some stupid explanation for dragging around an unconscious body. Then as I looked over the other side of the hill I saw a farm, and then I saw his house. I dragged him to his house without the other workers seeing me.

That’s probably because there were not any other workers, which was odd for a farm this size ... I took his keys and unlocked his door, then I put him in his bed and put the keys on the table. His house consisted of only two rooms. His living room/kitchen had a table, a couch, and a refrigerator. His other room was his bedroom which had a bed, a lampstand, and a box of clothes. There was something odd about the fridge though, I can’t quite put my finger on it but, I think it has something to do with the lock on it ...

Chapter 4
The Fridge of Doom

Man I was hungry! I have to get in that fridge! This was my new goal in life. I tried using a crowbar I found leaning against the fridge, but the crowbar broke. This was a well made fridge. I checked the brand so I could remember to buy one like it if I ever needed a fridge. It was a Maytag.

That's when I remembered the keys. I picked up the keys off the table and tried each and every one of them. They didn't work. There had to be a key somewhere, so I started looking everywhere, starting with ... my pockets. In no time at all I found a key in the box of clothes.

Crossing my fingers, I tried the key. It worked. YAY!

I put the key on the key ring with the others and put them in my pocket. I opened the fridge ... And boy it was dark in there. Maybe the light bulb needed to be tightened. So I reached in to tighten the light. There wasn't anything there, not even the back of the fridge. So I stepped inside.

Suddenly all light together was gone. I turned around only to find that the door had closed behind me, and locked. Great, now I'm stuck in a fridge. I couldn't get out the way I came so I'd just have to keep walking until I find the light bulb, so I could tighten it. Gee this is a big fridge. I didn't get too far when I tripped.

I heard a voice, but it was in the distance. I stood up and leaned against the wall to collect my thoughts. Having amnesia, I didn't have too many to collect, but something was jabbing me in the back. It was a light switch.

Click!

The lights came on. I was in a really big room with computers mapped out all over the walls, there were three corridors besides the one I entered from leading out of the room, and in the middle of the room was a glowing cylinder of energy.

"Now this is one heck of a fridge!" I said in shock.

Except for the 3 ninjas it almost seemed like I was in a sci-fi movie.

3 Ninjas? One said, "Haiyochima @#!? Honda!" Which either means, "Kill him!" or "Would you like fries with that?" And I don't think they are here representing American fast food chains ...

Now was a good time to turn the lights back off, maybe they will go away.

Click! ................. Click!

Nope, they were still here, and they were getting closer. This ... isn't ... good.

"Look!" I yelled, "Uhhh ... Santa Claus!" All 3 of them turned around. I took off down 1 of the 3 corridors.

I jumped over a trap door, dodged a razor blade that came out from the wall on my right, grabbed a rope to swing over a lava pit, completed level 8 of Super Mario Bros., and finally ran thru a snake pit.

When I exited the corridor I found myself back in the computer room coming in from one of the other corridors. I don't believe it, I've just ran in a circle. The Ninjas were right behind me, only when they reached me they were so beat up, scratched up, and torn up from the trip they fell at my feet.

"Ha!" I scoffed, "Level 8 of Super Mario Bros. Too tough for you, huh?"

"Ow! Ooooo! Ouch!" they said. Which I think means .... oh forget it.

I wasn't in the best condition either. I was getting more and more hungry by the minute. I picked up a Ninja and asked, "This is a fridge, right? Now where's the food!?"

There was no reply. From any of them.

"Eeeuuu!" I dropped the ninja, "They're dead!"

"Ow," said the ninja as he hit the floor.

"Maybe not." I tied up the Ninjas with their own rope and took away their other weapons. Now was as good of a time as any to search the place. I found 2 sandwiches, a few files, a stick of gum, a yo-yo, classified documents, a can of Pepsi, and a photo of Elvis.

I gulped down the sandwiches, drank the Pepsi, and chewed the gum. I then started playing with the yo-yo while looking a the document, and most importantly, the photo of Elvis.