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he was so terrified as he told his testimony. The whole place is started to messed up. But the people was living in sight but they were blind by what the truth is. "I'm sure the killer is not just a human he/she is an evil" "We should not let our children go out at night" "Last week I heared from my cousin that there's a dead body in their town,you know what? The dead body was no eyes and her mouth was full of insects and it was weird because her middle finger was gone"

He didn't look scared," Will remarked. Looks can be deceiving," Sofer said. When they were done, Will hung up and drank the last of his fifth cup of coffee. "Clear as fucking mud," he muttered. The killer bets he's going to kill the guy by scaring him to Scan death? Gimme a break!" He threw his arms into the asperated. "Okay, let's keeP going. He kills three people on asperated. ay twenty-second and he takes a breather over the week-

That right there is the only reason he wasnÕt buying into the idea that she was hiding something, that and the fact that theyÕd found nothing to confirm such suspicions. He was beginning to wonder more and more as the day went by just what was happening to his town. In the space of a few months, thereÕve been two murders when there had never been one in his whole lifetime. Not only that, but neither murder had been of the ordinary garden variety. Both had been gruesome and way over the top as far as he was concerned.

Then my wall clock stricked as it clocked 12 midnight at the dot, bringing me out of my thoughts . I might as well go for this I thought as I quickly go in and grabbed my gun. I checked if the bullets are intact ,which there are. I walked out of my house making sure the door is locked. I tip toed to the neighbour's yard . The lights inside and outside suddenly turned off that means the killer is here cause he operates in the dark. I twist the handle of the door and luckily for me the door wasn't locked . So I went in ,how I'm I gonna move around, everything is fucking dark until I heard a feminine scream

He tore his eyes away from the gruesome story as Blakeney began. “I received a call tonight from a friend of mine who is the lead detective on one of the murder cases that have been plaguing the east coast for the last month. As you may know, we have alumni in place in various organizations and police agencies throughout the country that alert me to anything which may be of our interest.” Blakeney paused to let that sink in. “Especially in these dangerous times. As soon as my source heard the 9-1-1 call placed immediately after the murder, she found it peculiar and moved to compare that specific one with the others. Something interesting was found,” he said, now passing around printouts to e

Just until I found a boyfriend that my dad liked. My manager, Hilda was supposed to pick me up by nine, this morning, so I had like five hours left. I got up from my bed, wondering how I was going to pass the time as I sluggishly trudged to my bathroom. I suddenly felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise and I felt my stomach churn anxiously. I began to look around my room as paranoia set in. I didn't understand why I was feeling this way. I felt like someone was here with me and by that someone, I meant the vampire.

When Thomas asked to speak with her mother, she became very quiet and whispered that he couldn’t because she was already dead. He was taken back by that answer as she watched a single tear ran down her face. The girl swiped at the tear as she spoke about demons and ghosts in hopes of convincing him. She made herself comfortable and began the story of how demons could possess normal everyday people. Which could be the cause of murders and the sadistic torture of people.

control! "I'm not living in yours!" Came my authoritative tone. "No one asked to." He copied my pitch. "Take the one beside mine." "The farthest one." "Take the store room then." Is it possible that i stab someone and not be called as a criminal? "Live beside mine. I hope you have seen those horror stories , based on true incidents. The whole villa would be as sillent as a graveyard, at night. And i'm a heavy sleeper." Colour faded from my face as a fear crept inside me, out of no where. What if winds blew and the windows danced with it? What if ....

____________________ I wake up to the sound of guttural screams. My eyes snap open, and I shoot up from the couch. Havier, already on his feet, meets my gaze, his eyes etched with worry. A sense of foreboding tightens my chest. With brisk steps, I pull the curtain aside, peering down over the street. A gasp escapes my lips, and my heart hammers against my ribs. The sentinels who guarded the apartment lay lifeless, their bodies sprawled on the pavement. My breath catches as I take in the chilling details. Their bodies are discarded like broken toys in a child's tantrum. The ruthlessness of their murder paints a vivid horror into my memory.