The Devil In White
“Right now. Find out who sent it, where it came from, and how fast it moved.”
He exhales. “You think it’s her?”
“I think,” I say, my tone colder than it’s ever been, “it’s time to stop thinking and start knowing.”
"We can't keep receiving messages everyday from a ghost, who is good at playing mind games. I'm Adrian morrite and we don't play games we create them.
After saying that I hung up, I stand by the window, watching the smoke from the chimneys curl into the night sky.
The fire, the wire, the lies, they all blur together now.