If you haven't read part one here is the link http://millzworldrip.blogspot.com/2015/06/starting-short-story.html
Chrystelle stared at the letter, scared to open it. The world around her frozen just has she was her eyes blank in frustration. Her fingers trembled upon the edges of the page, as the questions still roam in her head, questions she dare not speak. Her face turned to horror as she read along with poor girl in what seemed the be her last words on this earth. Chrystelle's heart went out to her wanting more and more of the answers but having no clue where to get them.
- I'm going crazy i know it, The images. These unknown and unwanted feelings They are getting stronger. I'm hurting on the inside and I don't know why. I'm scared but no one wants to listen. They think I'm lying.. Each day in my dream i awake to this thing closer and closer. What does it want from me??? Why can't it just leave me alone. If anybody every reads this please help me
Isabella Gonzalez-
Chrystelle reread the letter before finally handing it over to forensics to be processed and analyzed. Fear flood through Chrystelle, goosebumps caused her hair to rise. Her body told her to run but the pounding in her heart told her to turn around. Chrystelle carefully placed the paper on the sink. Taking tiny steps as fear and anticipation swelled through her she watched the mirror and stared to the corner of the bathroom. Chrystelle got angry when she realized the mirror was taped on purpose to block the corners of the room. Chrystelle rand her finger across the fold and tore it off. Her eyes narrowed in on the corner of the room again and Chrystelle's heart stopped.
The dark figure with a smile that sent chills through her body. Regret settled when it began to point and laugh at her. Why did she even bother to come in today? The Creature shifted its body in a disturbing motion, the jerks of its body and joints was unworldly and horrifying. She watched in the mirror as the dark figure stood behind her and leaned forward, staring deep into her eyes. The figure softly whispered "Because your souls next." As desperation went through Chrystelles mind the Dark figure screamed at her as she covered her ears. The figure faded away along with her happiness. She needed help to solve this crime, but how do you tell your team that this girl was murdered by something already dead, With out her Captain calling the BEST team on her.
Who is going to help her?
Who is going to listen?
And Who will Believe Her?
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