What I’m about to show you was my grandfather’s best-kept secret.
You know how you tell yourself sometimes, “that’s something only happen on TV.” If you don’t, well, it’s something I tell myself to soothe my crazy imagination.
If you were standing by the docks last night, near the old tires factory, you would’ve felt the ground jolt. No, it wasn’t an earthquake.
Her scream could be heard from the dormitory. “What’s going on?” A few students asked as they gathered behind her.
“Do you believe in ghosts?
“How dare you destroy my precious piano?” Grandma? I wanted to say but my lips had turned to jello.
“The scream, which occurs every day at precisely 3 PM, can be heard from a mile away.
Chuy barked, tilted his head and sniffed the air. “What is it, boy?” I bent down and patted his head. Chuy barked again but before I could get a hold on his leash, Chuy shot into the woods. “Chuy, wait!” I yelled and ran after him. Running after him was like running after a car.…
I don’t know her name. I call her Anj because that’s all she ever says. “Anj Anj Anj.”
I don’t understand my grandpa.
“Mister, are you all right?” I looked down and saw a little girl pulling at my pant leg.
I shut my eyes, trying to think back to the dream I had the previous night.
The detectives walked through the house in disgust.
As he cleared his throat, she turned. In a large hat, sunglasses, trench coat, and high heels, she looked like someone from the previous century.
Every morning at exactly 8, she’d come in with her coffee mug while wearing the stupidest sunglasses.
Some called him stubborn, someone who refused to break routine while some called him the greatest lover they’d ever known but in death, he became the greatest enigma this lab has ever seen.
This was his favorite spot on the land and suffice to say, it was her least.
They hadn’t known when they bought the house, about that spot in the backyard where nothing ever grows.
“Let me get this straight, you think I destroyed my furniture and set my home aflame?”
(Genre: Crime-solving mystery/Noir Fiction) “That was the last time I’ve heard from her.” Joshua Grande told Detective David Frost as he crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair.
Elizabeth is an expert at solving cold cases, the older the better. She doesn’t know why, just that there’s always been a hunger within her to discover what happened to these poor souls.
Teri could hear the twigs snapping beneath the soles of her shoes as she ran through the woods.
Half holding my breath, I lifted the gate to the storage unit.