Ghost Murder_Not a Normal Crime_The Night Ride_Fear Itself
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Ghost Murder
The evening was so still you could hear the echo of footsteps ringing throughout the whole town. Downtown the footsteps went, through the marketplace, through the town square, up the long hill where the Marcedors lived, past the church and through the graveyard, to a headstone named after my mother. I sat quietly then, listening to the breeze. I wasn’t expecting to hear a cry, or a shout, calling out from pain. But when I did, I jumped to my feet and walked towards it. There was another shout, and I started walking faster. Then there was a scream, and I started running. I got to the source of ...
Not a Normal Crime
It was a normal Tuesday morning in 1977、 But it made the rest of my life abnormal. I and my junior, Kajal, had a little time before our duty would start. So that day we went to a small tea shop. There was a middle-aged woman sitting right in front of me. She drank her tea while staring at me. I felt weird about her stares but I tried to not let her bother me. I switched places with Kajal and sat on the outer side of the bench but her stares didn't stop even then. At that time elections were right on our heads and we, the police, had to serve longer duties. It wasn't a violent election, like t...
The Night Ride
It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling and it was almost dark. Melissa touched the glow stick in the pocket of her hoodie. One more left. She cracked the first one when the sun went down. She saved the second one in case she needed it. The glow sticks were pretty, but they weren’t warm. Not even a little. And she needed warmth. For the hundredth time, she wondered how she came to be separated from the others. Tonight was New Year’s Eve and the last night of the Girl Scout troop’s Winter Wonderland Campout. They planned this trip to fall between Christmas and New Years, right after cookie sa...
Fear Itself
Nothing is worse than having your sleep stolen from you unexpectedly. But, in retrospect, the unexpected is becoming the new norm. Death is in the air; people are hiding themselves from anything that’s real anymore and here I am, sitting up in bed, stirring due to a case of late-night insomnia. At any rate, I decide to check the time on my phone, despite knowing it would only make the fight for sleep all the more challenging. The simple action of pressing down the rubbery power button proviwww.onedoor.ccdes some sense of ease in my late-night unrest.I immediately wince upon turning on my cellular idol but a...