"No, please where are you takin g my husband? What is all this even about?" I yelled at the police officer arresting my husband. "Ma'am, did you know husband was having an affair with someone called Anna Kipper?" I stood there looking stunned. "What? No... No... That can't be," I whispered. "We have pictures and [...]
Followed in the night Hands in my pockets Are we alone? Is there someone that can help? Footsteps grow faster Breathing becomes heavier I clutch the keys in my pocket And turn around ready to strike "I think you dropped this" He hands me my credit card And walks away About The Poem I know [...]
"Please, you have to find him... something is wrong... I just know it," I sobbed. "Ma'am, it's only been a few hours. We can't start investigating yet," said the police officer, coldly. "He is never out this late! EVER! I know when something is wrong and I can feel it in my gut," I cried. [...]
<<< Previous Part "What are you two doing here?" Frank asked again. "It was him- he killed Emma! I know it sounds crazy, but I can explain! The proof is in the diary," I explained, waving the diary in my hand. "Is that true?" Frank asked quietly. "Just give me the damn diary, and no [...]
<< Previous Part I heard Frank yelling outside the bedroom door. Frank banged on the door and threatened to kick it in but gave up after a few kicks. Classic Frank. She sobbed for a little while and then started to move the nightstand. At first, I thought she was going to block the door [...]
Every night I was tormented by her voice telling me to find him. And I had tried- for weeks I had been searching for evidence that I could use against him. The man who had hurt her, the man who eventually took her life. "Please," she begged. "What more do you want me to do?" [...]
She walked quietly and briskly with her head down. Her hands were in the pockets of her oversized hoodies and she was breathing heavily. She had always hated the dark and walking on a dark sidewalk in the middle of the night was not where she wanted to be right now but she needed to [...]
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Sarah I was not the kind of person anyone looks at twice. I don't mean that in a quirky, average looking, clumsy hipster in a cheesy romance movie that no one notices until they do kind of way. I also don't mean it in a self-deprecating way. I don't mean it in any particular way [...]
She knew better than to run. This was supposed to be horror but it can also be uplifting I guess depending on how you read it... If you enjoyed this post don’t forget to like, follow, share and comment! Enjoyed this post? Then follow me on social media: Twitter Instagram Pinterest LinkedIn HubPages Email me on(guest posts welcome!): insomniacwithanaccent@gmail.com
