All Chapters of Haunting Emily : Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

EMILYThey say the city never sleeps. They’re right. But it’s not because of the bright lights or late-night diners. It’s because monsters walk freely in the dark.My boots echoed across the quiet hallway of the precinct as I walked to my desk. Cold coffee, stale air, and a mountain of paperwork waited for me like faithful pets. I dropped my coat on the chair, sat down, and sighed.Another body had dropped last night. Third one this month. No witnesses. No prints. No motive. But something told me this wasn’t just gang violence, it was organized, planned, and clean.“Morning, Thompson,” said Chief Ramos, walking past with his usual frown.“Morning, sir,” I muttered, then asked. “Did we get anything new on the victim?”“Coroner said the same as before. There was a precision stab wound on the left chest. No blood trail. He was killed somewhere else.”I clenched my jaw. What's going on?However, there could be every possibility that whoever was doing this wasn’t just a serial killer. I th

EMILY I had just finished getting dressed and was heading to join Stephanie at the table for breakfast. It was another typical day, same routine – wake up, get Steph ready, drive her to school, go to work, then later Gina picks her up. By the time it’s past eight, I drive over to Gina’s place to bring her home.As I stepped out of my room, I heard Stephanie call out to me from the living room.“Aunty Emi! Come take a look. There’s a new case on the news!”I didn’t rush. I figured it was probably just another report Stephanie found exciting. What could a child know about real, bloody cases? But the moment I walked into the sitting room, my steps froze.There it was. Flashing across the screen.Six headless bodies; gruesome, bloody, lifeless. The news anchor called it a mass decapitation. Two victims had survived but were in critical condition. Paramedics were shown lifting the bodies into black bags while the survivors were rushed to the hospital.I felt my stomach turn, and my appeti

MATTEOIt had been a long time since I first heard about that detective. Emily... or whatever her name really is. I’ve been waiting. Waiting for the day she’d fall to her knees before me.She thinks she’s strong. Brave. Untouchable. A woman like her, going around chasing ghosts and monsters, thinking she can outsmart men like me?"Tch." She has no idea what she’s dealing with.People like her always show up, thinking they’ve seen everything, done everything. Talking smart. Acting bold. But when they finally meet me, they break. Always.I’ve handled men tougher than her. People with power, experience, and pride. They all fall. And she… she’s just a woman with a badge.But the last time I saw her photo, I paused.I hate to admit it, but she’s beautiful.Dark hair. Brown eyes. That face, it was the kind that made men hesitate. But I won’t. I don’t care if she’s pretty. That’s not going to change anything.In fact, those are the ones who fight harder. The ones who don’t just want to win,

EMILYI didn’t respond. I just stared at him.He smiled like I had amused him. “You’ve caused quite a stir these past few months. Digging into things you shouldn’t. Asking questions no one wants answered.”“Is this Matteo’s idea?” I asked, my voice dry and raspy.The man tilted his head slightly. “Matteo? You still think he’s the one pulling the strings?”He chuckled, rising to his feet. “No, no. Matteo is just another piece on the board. A smart piece, but still... not the king.”I frowned. The pieces weren’t adding up the way I thought they would. If this wasn’t Matteo’s doing, then who was behind this?He walked slowly around me, with his hands behind his back like a professor giving a lecture.“You see, Miss Thompson, people like you are dangerous. Not because of your badge, or your gun – but because you ask why. You don’t let things go. That’s what makes you a problem.”I swallowed hard. “Then why am I still alive?”He stopped walking.“Because we’re curious,” he said simply. “We