The Strange Case_The World of Paranormal._The Tale of Trudy Rutger_The Lake of the Lost
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The Strange Case
It's all so strange. I've been assigned this special case but none of it makes a lick of sense. I've been working on this case for about two days now but still I have no clues that lead up to the murder who committed these strange deaths. All the victims have had their hearts ripped from their chest. Yet, there is no entre wound nor an exit wound."Agent Schonert may I have a word with you?" Chief Peters asked."Yeah, what do you want to talk about?" I sat there at my desk nervously looking at the chief. When the chief talks to you it's most likely not a good thing."I want to talk to you about t...
The World of Paranormal.
I get home from my job annoyed. I have to find a missing kid who knows I have two ghosts in my house. If my job finds out, I’ll be fired. And since I actually like my job getting rid of ghosts, I don’t want that to happen. I get home and Christine, one of the ghosts, says, “Hi, honey. How was your day at work?”She notices the gloomy look on my face and continues, “Did they find out about me?” “No, but I have to find a kid who knows about you. If I find him and he tells, I’m fired and you’re going away.” “Please, make sure that doesn’t happen.” “I’ll try.” “Well, on a happier note, I taught Co...
The Tale of Trudy Rutger
It’s been five years, but I can still remember exactly where I was when I heard about Logan. Everyone in my town does. I was sitting in my senior year history class. My mom was in line at the grocery store. My best friend Callie was skipping class to eat breakfast with her boyfriend at the diner down the street. She was the one that heard it first. We weren’t allowed to have phones in class, but back then, teachers hadn’t quite caught on to all of the ways that kids would sneak in phones. I’d spent most of second period with my phone tucked between my history book and my desk, texting. I was ...
The Lake of the Lost
Detective Farmer had finally thought of a suitable sacrifice. Nobody would miss Will Sloane. No registered address, history of drug dealing and abuse, shoplifter, pimp. A forgettable face she thought, as she studied his details she’d pulled up from the database, office finally to herself at 9pm. Yes. They’d welcome him into their world and ours would only be the richer. And then maybe they’d get off her back at last. Satisfied, Detective Farmer removed and pocketed the thumb drive, resolving to track the fucker down twww.onedoor.cche next morning. The sooner this nightmare was over an...