Caught
in the Killer's Web
By
Craig Wilson
It’s
morning. The heavens have opened up.
There’re
scratch marks on my window.
I
take a pen and paper and get to work.
The
markings reveal a mysterious number.
People
hinder me from ringing the number.
Soon,
I manage to ring the mystery number.
“Good
luck, detective,” says the killer.
Then
my phone’s alarm starts wailing.
I
sit up in bed and I question everything.
The
End
The above story is a loose
adaptation of a dream I had. If there is anything you would like to ask, feel
free to leave a comment, and thank you for reading.
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