A quiet night and the wind was whistling through the woods. Emerald a high school student reporter was sitting in her mother's study room going through a couple of old newspapers. she was always done reading about the previous deaths and disappearances of common people.Her childhood friend Kenzie was was one of them who disappeared with no trace.
she stood up to get a bottle of water because the thoughts of of death had really dried up her throat.Nearly had she made two steps away from her seat, when she felt a cold breeze off wind prick her face like they were needles.
But wait I did not open the window she thought.
she was so frightened that Alex would not support her no more, she lean on the desk for support but not enough pencils. This frightened her more but somehow she managed to get a little strength to pick them up. she managed to pick two pencils when she had a whistling tune of old country song how far I used to sing to her.
Could it be him ?she thought
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