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But as he listened to them whisper about the next phase of the merger, George knew one thing for certain. George Kendrick, who entered that car three hours ago, was dead. And the man driving it was just a ghost, waiting for the end of the world.

"You heard me very well! If you're going to kill me, do it here. And tell your cowardly boss, who couldn't kill me with his own hands, that I'll be waiting for him in Hell." When he heard this, John began to laugh. "Did I say something funny?" I was angry that he was taking everything as a joke. Even the murder of a human. "Actually yes." he continued to laugh. "I didn't come to kill you. I'm coming to walk you around the mansion. As for Richard, he went to ride his favorite horse, Spirit. When he gets home, he does this first." Poor animal, had a terrible owner. "Oh, that means I should feel lucky." I replied irritably.

Apparently, George didn’t like the ocean. I gesture loosely to the ground beneath us, the trees standing guard at the edges of the cemetery. “Right here’s where their borders meet. Neutral ground, if you can call it that. Belonged to all three. So, of course, they dumped their dead here.” The very first grave was Derick — heart attack … then our Grandma Leanne — strangled by her psycho husband.

Georgie had even tried to look him up, but there were no results. Immediately after Xyla spole, whimpering could be heard coming from the other end of the call. Throughout the time she had known Georgie, this kind of reaction was a first. Georgie was a strong, independent woman, it seemed like nothing could ever break her down. Hardly anything could make her cry either. “Georgie, what’s wrong?” asked Xyla anxiously. Through her tears, Georgie managed to choke out, “My little brother is dead. I’m actually calling to ask if I can take a week off. Is that okay?”

Georgie asked when we were alone. I took a deep breath and then looked straight into my friend's eyes. "Listen girl... and I hope you don't judge me first. I want you to finish my explanation and then bathe me in your saliva afterward, okay?" "Fire away, Dinosaur!" And I did explain everything to Georgessa very quickly. Everything I told JM before I repeated to him. And I focused on the mystery of Kelly's death. Georgie is not difficult to understand. Like Thurstin... Georgessa also believed that Nicky couldn't kill Kelly.

His feet dangled off the ground as she lifted him effortlessly, her silver eyes boring into his. “I… I believed in you…” he choked, tears streaming down his face. And if only he knew, she could no longer hear him, feel him or anyone. She could only listen to Harrion’s orders, to her, those were what mattered. Pleases and beggings would all fall on deaf ears. With one swift motion, Georgia snapped his neck. His body fell limply to the ground, joining the others in the growing pile of the dead.

I asked softly and jack comes closer. "Georgiana killed mom, she sent those men to give her an injection in her sleep. That way the doctor said she died in her sleep. We didn't think of it as an actual murder, we just assumed she slept and died" he says manically and immediately I launch off the bed as I make to stand up from it. "Take me to her" "I want to see her " " let her admit it to my face, I don't believe you all" "That's a big lie"

After a while, the internet finally stopped talking about me. But then, a random comment brought everything back. Arcadezwade: The day my grandma passed, I saw this really wide-eyed, pretty girl buying a burial plot. She looked about my age. I overheard her telling the salesperson that she was buying it for herself. She said she wanted the quietest place possible to lay herself to rest. She’s still so young. I hope she changes her mind. Attached to the comment was a blurry photo. Even though the picture was of poor quality, my figure was still recognizable.

Kelvin disconnected me from the life-support machine, and I felt my strength ebbing away. "I can't die now, please give me a second chance," I whispered, my voice barely audible through the agony that wracked my body. Tears streamed down my face as I pleaded with fate to spare my life. Kelvin's face twisted into a cruel smile, his eyes gleaming with a sinister pleasure. "Goodbye, dear wife," he sneered. "See you never again." His voice was laced with disdain and satisfaction, and I knew I was staring into the face of pure evil.

The place was a complete mess. My dad, Richard Marshall, sat in his wheelchair, grief written all over his face. His voice trembled as he said, "Noah, why won't you believe us? Vic is dead. There wasn't even a body left to bury." Noah spat on the ground. "Nonsense! Do you really think you can fool me with a story like that? Victoria loved me too much to die and leave me behind!" With a single glance from him, two of the men behind him yanked my dad out of the wheelchair and beat him without mercy.