murder
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I make a mental note to later slip the volunteer my business card (“Your life is written in the stars, and Jade can read the handwriting!”), then I blow the whistle given to each pair of searchers, alerting everyone that little Bobby Calloway’s been found. When we started out this morning, the volunteer coordinator told…
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“Oh, no. You’re not leaving, Marie. I’ve got one over there waiting for you,” he told her, pointing to the back deck. There stood another red, porcelain garden pot that matched the other five inside the garden.
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The cold night air felt good on my tear-stained cheeks. I walked alone back to my car parked on the side of the street when I heard a scream up ahead of me. My breath caught in my chest and I peered through the darkness in search of the scream. It was definitely a female’s…
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Before I begin, let me inform you of one very important fact: I am dead and I am a ghost. Yes, that is essential to know. How do I know that I am dead and a ghost? Well, I can walk through walls, I can float across the room without my feet touching the floor,…
