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A TEXAS SUMMER DOTTED WITH BLOOD
He got up in the middle of the night in a startled way. He was staring out of the window which was beside his bed. He saw a canal rushing. Looking closer, for a split second, he thought it was blood. It was just sewage water, shouldn’t he be relieved? He wasn’t. He had seen a figure he thought he would never ever see again. He thought the figure was dead until…It all started in the summer of 1969、 Texas in June was a nightmare. Ajax was just reading The Daily. It had a two page article on a serial killer who had been associated with 90 missing people and 20 casualties. These people seemed to ...
The Museum Date
“Are you coming tonight?” I looked at my watch, the phone held to my ear as the voice on the other end silently waited for my answer. I bit my lip anxiously, tapping my feet against the tiled floor in a worrisome manner. I tried not to let my eyes wander around, the clock on the wall ticking ominously. “You aren’t, are you?” The voice was low. I could feel the disappointment swirling around in the voice as I sighed inwardly, rubbing my temples. The harsh white light in the coroner’s office beat down on me, burning my eyes and further exacerbating my headache. I didn’t know what to say, no; my ...
Dirty Laundry
It might as well be a deal with the devil himself. The fallout was going to be torture for sure. Fred was going to hang this over my head for God knows how long but what choice did I have? “What’s it going to take for you to bury the evidence?” I say, knowing whatever it is, won’t be enough. “More than this, that’s for sure.” “It’s all I have right now. I can get more later.” He knows how hard it was to get this much, the jerk. “You got that right.” “So, we have a deal then?” Please, let us have a deal. I can’t believe I’m thinking this right now. My, how the tables have turned. “Yeah…we hav...
The Bet
His eyes opening, a yawn escaping him as he stretches his arms. Sitting up he pulls the blanket off of him. Swinging his legs off the bed he walks off down the hallway. Rubbing his eyes another yawn escapes him. Opening the bathroom door he lets his hand fall from his eye, he looks up. His eyes catch his own in the the mirror. He freezes. A sleek black dress clings to his bodywww.onedoor.cc not leaving much to the imagination. A slit follows up his leg to his upper thigh giving his legs room to breath in the tight fabric. Blue sapphire gem-stones dust his collar bone and around his temples before following ...