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The Wake up call P.4
(A premeditated homicide story)
I could see her house now, the front door ajar, a flickering light visible from a broken window. My heart sank as I realized the gravity of the situation I was about to step into. This was no longer just a story to write about; it was a terrifying reality that needed immediate action.
"I'm here, Loressa," I said as I parked the car with a screech and approached the house, my phone still pressed to my ear. "Stay hidden. I'm going to get you out of there."
The flickering light from the broken window cast eerie shadows across the room as I stepped over the threshold. The air was thick with tension, and I could almost taste the fear that hung there. The house smelled of burnt wood and desperation. "Loressa?" I whispered, my voice swallowed by the darkness. "Where are you?"
No response. My heart pounded against my ribs as I moved through the dimly lit hallway. The floor creaked under my weight, a symphony of anxiety. The walls seemed to close in on me, pressing against my chest.
The house seemed to hold its breath as I moved through its dimly lit rooms. The adrenaline that had fueled my earlier determination now waned, replaced by a gnawing dread. Loressa's desperate plea echoed in my mind, and I wondered if I had arrived too late.
To be continued...
© Atty. Catherine S. Pariño. 2024. All Rights Reserved
I could see her house now, the front door ajar, a flickering light visible from a broken window. My heart sank as I realized the gravity of the situation I was about to step into. This was no longer just a story to write about; it was a terrifying reality that needed immediate action.
"I'm here, Loressa," I said as I parked the car with a screech and approached the house, my phone still pressed to my ear. "Stay hidden. I'm going to get you out of there."
The flickering light from the broken window cast eerie shadows across the room as I stepped over the threshold. The air was thick with tension, and I could almost taste the fear that hung there. The house smelled of burnt wood and desperation. "Loressa?" I whispered, my voice swallowed by the darkness. "Where are you?"
No response. My heart pounded against my ribs as I moved through the dimly lit hallway. The floor creaked under my weight, a symphony of anxiety. The walls seemed to close in on me, pressing against my chest.
The house seemed to hold its breath as I moved through its dimly lit rooms. The adrenaline that had fueled my earlier determination now waned, replaced by a gnawing dread. Loressa's desperate plea echoed in my mind, and I wondered if I had arrived too late.
To be continued...
© Atty. Catherine S. Pariño. 2024. All Rights Reserved
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