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Jim and Jack
There were two doors in front of Jim. Two choices. He had his police colt up to his face as he thought. Jack Shannon had a wife and a couple of kids hostage in one door, and the other...that was the problem. He wasn’t setting up these situations for money or attention. He liked playing games. You see, Shannon made scenarios like these often. Once or twice a month at the least, and for years. So many that everyone lost count. Cops usually never came out of the brick apartment or condo he was posted up in. The first man that www.onedoor.ccentered was usually the last, as the door locked closed and he was made...
Don't Believe Me? Watch
Each Monday always starts and ends the same way: painfully boring. It drags on for years and years, and Darcy always resists the urge to fall asleep at her desk. Even now, whilst she sits there, watching the coffee drip down into her mug, she is half asleep. Picking up a wooden stirrer, she mixes her coffee, hoping the steam will revitalise her (although it never does). With steady hands, she takes the coffee back to her desk, ready to finish her monotonous day. “At 09:12 in the morning, I shouldn’t already be thinking about going home,” she complains to Natalie, her colleague sitting at...
It Is Safer Not To Trust
The street was quiet. Not a soul to be seen, except her. She was standing under an old, spider web-decorated lamp. Its light was tiredly keeping the last breaths of light above her. She looked around to see whether she was alone. She was. She started walking. Quickly the darkness hugged her skinny figure. Her long black coat was covering her wine-red, tight dress. She quickly pulled her hand out of her pocket and tucked her short black hair behind her ear. Even in that while the cold attacked her white hand and made it shiver. She was passing different houses, family houses. They had garden...
The Wrong Swipe Right
Horror dawned in her eyes as she saw that he was not, in fact, her Tinder date's roommate. In fact, there was no real date, just a fake profile he'd made after hacking her account and tailoring his catfish version to her type. Horror turned to unadulterated panic, complete with hyperventilating, when no Daniel showed, and she realized that he had locked the door behind her from the inside. He advanced on her with a slow and unhurried gait.She threw her weight against the door once, then again, but it had been triple locked, the only keys currently rubbing elbows with the pocket fluff in his Le...