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Authors: Allison Wade
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you understand, in a while.
Now you are intrigued, but you’re getting tired. It’s boring, in this story nothing happens. Just a random guy that talks to me trying to entertain me in a clumsy way.
Maybe I just want to distract you for a moment.
By the way, I like your room, even if you could be tidier. For example, those clothes you threw there in the corner, you could have folded them better. Maybe they need some washing, don’t you think?
I know, you’re by yourself and you’re not much into laundry. And also it’s already dark. You’re hungry and tired, and you’re wondering where I’m going with all of this. You’d rather let it be and focus on something else, maybe take a stroll in the block, now that’s warm outside, get an ice cream. It’s just that suddenly you don’t have all that desire to go out.
Did you read the newspaper this morning? The local news section.
Did you know that girl that disappeared last week? Blonde, pretty, outgoing, she lived in your neighborhood, didn’t she? It looks like she disappeared while she was out for an ice cream. She got separated from her group of friends and nobody has seen her since.
As I was saying, are you still in the mood for going out? Maybe tomorrow. By the way, none of your friends is available tonight; they all have other things to do.
I know, I’m getting boring. You rise from your chair and stretch a little. You would like to take a break. You go to the fridge and take a cool soda. Meanwhile, check if you have closed the front door, please.
What are you saying, it’s closed? Are you sure?
Good.
You open a pack of potato chips and come back to sit in front of the screen. After all, you’re still curious. You want to see when something is going to happen.
Have you noticed that the flatware drawer was slightly open? No? Maybe you should go and check. And maybe, before closing it, take a look inside, to see if something’s missing.
I know, you don’t believe me. I was just saying. Like it never happened.
Is the window still open? Sure, with this warmth is understandable, it’s a pity that you still haven’t had a grating installed. I know it’s a quiet neighborhood, and the window faces toward the yard, that’s fenced in, but who knows.
By the way, did you close the gate?
Be kind, go check.
I see you aren’t moving. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to bother you; if you’re relaxed, please stay where you are.
However, if I were you, those dark stains on the path would really upset me, and maybe I’d turn on the light just to see their color.
Now you’re sneering. You almost bought it, didn’t you? You know well that there is nothing. The gate is closed, and the yard is quiet. Also in your block nothing ever happens.
It’s just that you didn’t read the news this morning, because you’re not used buying the papers. You would rather check on the Internet, and the big portals do not care about what happens in small towns. So you don’t know that the blonde girl was found.
Almost complete. On the outside at least.
If we do not consider the vertical cut that ran from her neck to her pubis, and the fact that the internal organs were completely removed.
They really couldn’t find them, you know? The police are still wondering what the killer might have done with them.
Yes, because they talk about a killer. And another person is already missing. Things could be unrelated, even if it’s odd, anyway.
What do you think?
Have you checked your mobile phone? I think the battery is out. Maybe you should try the telephone in the kitchen. In case you suddenly feel like calling someone. Just saying. Maybe you could lift the receiver and hear if there’s the signal.
Why wouldn’t it be so, you say? You’ve paid all the bills.
Did you hear that?
What again?
That noise, like a snap, coming from the other room.
Maybe you didn’t hear it because you were crunching your chips. Not a big deal, perhaps it was an adjustment noise of the
Now you are intrigued, but you’re getting tired. It’s boring, in this story nothing happens. Just a random guy that talks to me trying to entertain me in a clumsy way.
Maybe I just want to distract you for a moment.
By the way, I like your room, even if you could be tidier. For example, those clothes you threw there in the corner, you could have folded them better. Maybe they need some washing, don’t you think?
I know, you’re by yourself and you’re not much into laundry. And also it’s already dark. You’re hungry and tired, and you’re wondering where I’m going with all of this. You’d rather let it be and focus on something else, maybe take a stroll in the block, now that’s warm outside, get an ice cream. It’s just that suddenly you don’t have all that desire to go out.
Did you read the newspaper this morning? The local news section.
Did you know that girl that disappeared last week? Blonde, pretty, outgoing, she lived in your neighborhood, didn’t she? It looks like she disappeared while she was out for an ice cream. She got separated from her group of friends and nobody has seen her since.
As I was saying, are you still in the mood for going out? Maybe tomorrow. By the way, none of your friends is available tonight; they all have other things to do.
I know, I’m getting boring. You rise from your chair and stretch a little. You would like to take a break. You go to the fridge and take a cool soda. Meanwhile, check if you have closed the front door, please.
What are you saying, it’s closed? Are you sure?
Good.
You open a pack of potato chips and come back to sit in front of the screen. After all, you’re still curious. You want to see when something is going to happen.
Have you noticed that the flatware drawer was slightly open? No? Maybe you should go and check. And maybe, before closing it, take a look inside, to see if something’s missing.
I know, you don’t believe me. I was just saying. Like it never happened.
Is the window still open? Sure, with this warmth is understandable, it’s a pity that you still haven’t had a grating installed. I know it’s a quiet neighborhood, and the window faces toward the yard, that’s fenced in, but who knows.
By the way, did you close the gate?
Be kind, go check.
I see you aren’t moving. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to bother you; if you’re relaxed, please stay where you are.
However, if I were you, those dark stains on the path would really upset me, and maybe I’d turn on the light just to see their color.
Now you’re sneering. You almost bought it, didn’t you? You know well that there is nothing. The gate is closed, and the yard is quiet. Also in your block nothing ever happens.
It’s just that you didn’t read the news this morning, because you’re not used buying the papers. You would rather check on the Internet, and the big portals do not care about what happens in small towns. So you don’t know that the blonde girl was found.
Almost complete. On the outside at least.
If we do not consider the vertical cut that ran from her neck to her pubis, and the fact that the internal organs were completely removed.
They really couldn’t find them, you know? The police are still wondering what the killer might have done with them.
Yes, because they talk about a killer. And another person is already missing. Things could be unrelated, even if it’s odd, anyway.
What do you think?
Have you checked your mobile phone? I think the battery is out. Maybe you should try the telephone in the kitchen. In case you suddenly feel like calling someone. Just saying. Maybe you could lift the receiver and hear if there’s the signal.
Why wouldn’t it be so, you say? You’ve paid all the bills.
Did you hear that?
What again?
That noise, like a snap, coming from the other room.
Maybe you didn’t hear it because you were crunching your chips. Not a big deal, perhaps it was an adjustment noise of the
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