"Aghh!" A woman in a white gown clamored as soon as she entered Leanna's room in the hospital the following morning. She screamed and scurried out without casting a second glance at Leanna's gory body.At the drop of a hat, other nurses rushed in and their lips dropped as they gasped in shock with wide eyes. None of them dared to go any further to Leanna as the whole place was bloodstained.***"Sir! She's gone!" Chase, a young sergeant said to his superior. From across the high table, Mr. Halls cast a stern glance at him but said nothing."Sir, I dunno how…" Chase continued hesitantly. "But…the cell is locked, just as I left it last night."Mr. Hall's eyes trailed from Chase's head to his thigh. He couldn't glance down at his feet as his papers-infested table covered them. Yet he didn't say a word. Soon, the handheld transceiver on the table began to make static sounds, and they both listened to the shocking report of Leanna's gory corpse.***The padlock clanked severally against
"Murder spree! You've got no time, kid. Let's get to work!"With her gaze fixed on the knife in her hand, Lexie was trembling terribly while standing outside the huge building. Once she lifted her watery gaze and blinked tears rapidly rolled down her cheeks, then she wiped them off aggressively.The lady in black smirked as Lexie walked off.***Standing in front of another large building, and breathing heavily, Lexie's clasp on the bloodstained knife tightened. Slowly, she raised her head, gnashing her teeth. Her watery glare was fixed on one of the building's numerous windows."Mom, who's that?" Mia asked, standing and gazing down the window.Isla came over and looked down the window but found no one. "Mia…""Mom," The teen girl said, still gazing down the window. "I swear…I saw someone shady gazing up the window—she was holding something like a knife, I guess.""Mia stop," Isla said. She was trying to pack her hair up for the night. "Go to bed, please."Mia shrugged. "Good night,
In a couple of days, Lexie was apprehended the night she bumped into a sergeant in a supermarket. After the sergeants had asked her a few questions, she was led to an isolated detaining room so that they would carry out an intense interview the following day and deliberate on their judgment. They would also take her to the hospital where Leanna was admitted so that both girls would be properly interviewed. From the time Lexie bumped into that sergeant till now, she seemed to have been counting the number of beats her heart had skipped. Things were just at a fast pace and she felt like she was dreaming because she didn't expect to be arrested so soon and suddenly. The worst was how people were casting nasty glares at her like they were saying, “ What the heck is this murderer doing here!" And to her greatest amazement, the sergeant suddenly got in and confronted her. Damn! She'd never been so embarrassed her whole life. And that was a blow to her parents' reputations. Her heart was
The girls trembled, gasped, and screamed in terror, astonished by what they saw. Simone was lying lifeless on the toilet floor with blood streaming out of her nostrils and mouth. Her eyes were gone and her left cheek was deeply injured and bleeding profusely. Sobbing, the girls covered their lips with their palms, feeling dumbfounded. Lexie squatted so that she took a good look at her. " Oh, Simone. W…what happened?!. Oh, my f*ckin' god!" "Lexie," Leanna's voice was quivering. "We need to get help. We need to call someone…" "This is unbelievable, Leanna. We are the only people here. What are we gonna say? That she was murdered when she entered the loo? Who would believe that bullsh*t, Leanna, who?" Lexie wiped her tears with her fingers. "Oh god! Oh god! What should we f*ckin' do?" Leanna was trembling terribly. "We need to get the f*ck outta here before someone finds us…" "What?!" Leanna exclaimed. Lexie was already standing. "We can't leave Simone here…" "Leanna," Lexie gr
Although Lunasha was curled up in the strange lady's warm arms…if she wasn't mistaken, she couldn't help her uncertainty. She was still hurt. Her head was aching drastically due to how hard the lady had wrapped her hair earlier. She was still feeling stinging pain in her left upper arm. She didn't dare to hug the lady back. She was trembling in the lady's arms. Stroking the kid's back, she looked down at her, kissed her forehead, and said, "You're trembling, honey. Are you catching a cold?" Lunasha could swear, the lady sounded like momma. "I…saw a stranger in the house. I saw her shadow." For a while, the lady was quiet, then she said, "A shadow? That was me…coming." "She hurt me," Lunasha sobbed. "She dragged my hair, licked my face, and hurt my arm." "Oh, let me see, darling." Lunasha stretched her trembling arms and the lady held her wrist gently, flashing the torchlight on it. She was apprehensive and curious, she couldn't take her eyes off the lady. Although the lady saw
Thunder rumbling, lightning was stripping across the gloomy and cloudy sky in a zig-zag form as it began to shower. Leaves were rustling as the whistling wind was blasting. Another boom of thunderbolt shook Lunasha's room such that her eyes shot open, beholding the terror of the dark. Cold swept up her body as she listened to the whistles of the wind while the transparent light curtain at the window wobbled, scarcely allowing the brightness of lightning to flicker across her room. Initially, she didn't know where her gaze was fixed as it was dark. But when the lightning blazed across the room again she was sure she saw a figure standing by the room door. And…wait, the door was widely open. What! A ripple of fear crept into her trembling body as her heartbeat accelerated to a brutal whack against her chest. Her body stiffened and she swallowed hard. Slipping her hand under her pillow where she had kept a torch, she couldn't find it. Petrified, she slid her trembling hands in circle
It took 1 hour and 5 minutes to arrive at Alicante Airport, and this was even worse. Clayton was like a fish out of water. Looking around, he felt like disappearing from here to Newington. Sadly, there was no going back now. He was already in Spain…for safety, he thought, trying to reassure himself. With his luggage beside him, he stood, glancing at people moving to and fro. He observed how the majority of people spoke Spanish. He exhaled. ** About an hour… Passengers' luggage had already been kept. The passengers got on the aircraft one after another, heading to diverse seats. Clayton was about to get on the aircraft when he turned and felt like his heart just leaped to his forehead, slamming violently. He stiffened, feeling numb as chills swept inside of him. Tension began to soar inside him. W…was that her for real? Was that her?! He panicked almost in tears. He couldn't believe his eyes. The shock was overwhelming, he could hardly breathe… "Oye, ¿tú qué miras?" An aged la
Although he was nervous, in no time he hurried upstairs and started packing a few clothes and a few pairs of shoes into a portable suitcase, and twelve glistening steel guns in another suitcase, then he waddled to the kitchen downstairs. He opened a cupboard where he kept glinting sharp knives, took five of them, took two sharp scissors from a small crotch on the cupboard, and got out of the kitchen, leaving the cupboard open. Sure that all electronics were off and everything was okay, he took a brief gaze around, got out, and locked the door. Having mixed feelings and holding two briefcases in both hands, he observed the environment before leaving for his car. Once he had gotten in his car and shut the door, he kept the suitcases on the passenger's seat and started booking one of the hotels in Newington, and luckily he found a room. Exhaling, he put his phone in his suit's inner pocket, started the car engine, and drove off. From a few distances aw
"Why did you do that to me, Clayton? What did I do wrong?" These whispers echoed in his room while he was asleep. Clay…Clayton! Upon hearing these whispers Clayton's eyes flung open with a glint of shock in them. Initially, he thought there was someone with him in his room, but when his consciousness was restored he realized there was no one. The room was ample and elegant, and the scent of his black Orchid cologne was lingering in the air. His large and well-designed ebony wooden wardrobe was shut and mounted almost close to the window whose light curtain twirled continually as the calm wind was blowing. Beside his bed was a little crystal table on which a bed lamp, a voluminous book, and his wristwatch lay, ticking quietly. Sitting on the bed, still sleepy, the whispers lingered louder in his ears, but once his eyes flung open the whispers seized. Alarmed, he exhaled, and as he could hardly see, he quickly turned on the bed lamp, and then the room got illuminated. He quickly pi