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A tinge of disapproval touched my core before I remembered that this was a vision and not reality. Skipping into the room in hot pursuit of the second woman was a young boy who I guessed to be around nine or ten. One look at eyes that were like melted chocolate orbs that were framed by raven black hair told me all that I needed to know that I was looking at a younger version of Lance.

But as he moved closer, his unbelieving eyes discerned an adolescent boy’s gray profile, features shrouded by darkness, and printed across the bottom was: Gavin Patchett. One of the story’s main protagonists, Michael Lockenstein, was an autistic savant whose prophetic visions had become entangled in a serial murder case. Hence the book’s title—Shades of Darkness—because it described the different shades of darkness the boy had endured his entire life. His first novel.

His laughter couldn't make it past the loud gossip. He playfully bumped my shoulder with his, dragging me from the apparent whispers that weren't ending anytime soon. Hopefully, in a day — week? I glanced one more time at the mysterious boy, he was still in the same spot, clearly oblivious to everything happening around him. Close but so far away from the world. It was like he was in his little world. Away from the stupid tales, rumor has it, folks, and of course, high-school students. Biggest set of monsters.

She didn't have any close friends either and slowly as time passed she became a 27 years old who stayed at home most of the time playing on the computer or reading in her library at home. Like any other day, Su Lan was lying in bed watching her favorite drama until she received a phone call. She picked up her phone and answered only to get hollered at by her mother once again with a bunch of questions like: "when are you going to get a job", "why don't you head out", and etc. After an hour of the same routine everyday she finally managed to get off the phone call. Getting in a grumpy mood she grabbed the bag of chips next to her and saw an ad on her computer. The title of the ad was "the mys

Just past the first turn, she realised there was no house, no village in front of her, only a long stretch of whiteness bordered by snow-powdered hedges without a telltale rise in smoke in the distance. She didn't dare look up again for a long while. Time lost all meaning as she walked onward, her cheeks stinging, then without feeling, as hints of eventide crept in behind the melancholy December sky. It was then that Betty murmured an almost forgotten prayer from her childhood……...a little something to her guardian Angel begging an entree to paradise. ………………………….. She awoke stretching contentedly. Staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling, it took her a few moments to determine where she was, but

Maybe my parents just forgot to lock the door properly, I tried to convince myself and turned to the square box. I took it in my hands and looked at it from all sides. It didn't look familiar to me at all. I got curious and wanted to know what was inside. So I opened it carefully and the first thing that stared at me was a folded piece of paper. I unfolded it and started reading. 'A little present for you Morgan. I hope you like it, my dear.'

But none knew how and why this is connected to that electric power plant. It was heavily raining there at the night. A van entered into the power plan area very quickly and stopped in front of a door where Dr. Sheen was standing with an umbrella. He shouted, “Jordan, take the body and keep it in proper place and be very careful”. It is few minutes before dawn, A boy of 14 years old sanding on a hill outside the restricted area, seeing that the water is gone from the lake and two persons came out from the bottom ground of the lake. They talked about something and then they did something on the ground and again went somewhere. The water is back again just like before.... “Mack, Mack, wake up,

, Rachel grunts. I want to say "Why", but I don't want to risk sounding like a creep so I whatever her and go back to going through the rest of the shelf even though I'd done that a thousand times before. I drag my hands across the spines of the books; Kara Taylor's Prep School Confidential, Carol Wyer's The Secret Admirer, and Megan Goldin's The Night Swim. You would be subtle to call Rachel a crime-thriller addict - she's more of a crime freak. The Night Swim. There is a piece of paper sticking out of it. I pull it out of the book. Something is scribbled across it in Rachel's handwriting.

This isn't even the worst thing that's happened to me here, yet it feels like the most invasive, like I was just offensively strip searched. "Did you find a note?" Caden asks from behind me, peering into my locker from above my head, trying to figure out what it is I found that has me so ashen and distraught. Well, in this case it's what I didn't find. "There's no note Caden." I sigh in dejectedly, my temples drumming st my temple suddenly presenting itself and hurting. "Then what's the pr......" "Your book is missing." I snap, cutting him off.

Unfortunately, there was absolutely no trace of how he’d reached her, so I couldn’t use this info to reach Holland. I heard my sister in the hallway and wanted to make sure she came right in so I could tell her what I’d found “I’ve got a name!” I shouted. Cadence seemed surprised but glad. “Great. What is it? Who is it?” “Okay, so one of the names Stewart spewed out was Seonaid MacIain. She’s a librarian who lives in Glasgow. Stewart needed her help a few years ago working on a project that involved translating some ancient Scottish texts. When I jumped into her head, I immediately picked up on a thought about a strange phone call she’d received yesterday, a man asking about what she calls t