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| The Most Dangerous Game | Chapter 6 Excerpt | 💙 🔪 💔 |

Tack, tack, tack, tack…

Frisk sucked in a weary breath and reached for her mug. The porcelain was cold against her chapped lips, the murky coffee inside disgustingly lukewarm on her tongue, but she swallowed it anyway. Her eyes burned. The words on her screen blurred beneath her and it took everything in her to stifle the yawn threatening to come over her.

Crickets chirping. The soft sigh of the HVAC breathing cool air through the grates in the floor. The hum of her computer screen. Lines of dotted color swimming in and out.

Tack, tack, tack, tack, tack…

Unfortunately, one could believe that her loneliness and her noble effort to see the best in people, is what led her to her brutal end. ｜

She rubbed her eyes, the sounds of the night buzzing in her aching head. A dark kaleidoscope of color swarmed the back of her eyelids and sent her briefly to another world connected only by scarlet string and madness.

Frisk sucked in a long breath she refused to admit was a yawn, the incessant noise going silent as her breathing roared in her ears.

A low moan escaped her as she came too and was greeted with true silence. She mused that the AC must have switched off for a moment. That was fine, she told herself. It’d been getting pretty cold. Even now, she could feel the prickles of goosebumps creeping on her arms and down the back of her neck.

The words on her computer screen swam across from her. I need to step away. Look over my notes, the thought sent her careening to her feet.

Each step she took sent pins and needles through her and she seethed through her teeth. How long had she been sitting there? She counted the hours to herself. She’d been writing ever since she’d gotten home from her meeting with the editor in chief so that meant… six hours straight? Was that right? That couldn’t be right. Ibrahim would’ve stopped her… unless he’d also been writing and in that case…

Frisk smirked at the realization that they must have both been in a flow state. Who were either of them to wreck each other’s process?

“I’m almost done,” she said aloud as if trying to ward off the uncanny silence of the witching hour and give herself some company.

The only other company she had were the pictures of Sarah’s carcass staring at her from her cork board. The acknowledgment of those dead, brown eyes sent Frisk searching the floor for lent out of some desperate attempt at avoiding them, if only briefly.

When the floor truly had nothing of substance to offer her, she was dragged by the chin back to that board. How dare she look away. Look upon me and see how I’ve suffered, whispered her own, morbid guilt.

“Look at me!”

She blinked hard at the invasive memory of her own small voice. The photos were blurry in the dark, unfocused in the ghoulish blue glare of her distant computer. She blinked again as if that would fix them.

It seemed to work, though, and Sarah gazed back at her when she opened her eyes. Only… her eyes were larger. Lashes thicker… skin shades darker if not a tad ashy from the cool embrace of death. Lips plumper. Bruised.

Familiar.

Frisk furrowed her brow and sucked in a breath of stale air. Her feet swayed towards the board, pins and needles biting up her leg. She plucked the photo off the wall, a distant clack of the thumb tack falling to the floor.

Pale, dead skin. Small, glazed eyes, angular, hollow cheeks. Nothing about the photo or about Sarah had changed. I need to call it a night.

The crickets certainly had.

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vampbffy · 1 year ago

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this islike a panic attack

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forehead-scar · 2 years ago

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ok actual november energy

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blackcherrykiss · 4 years ago

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BLOOD BOUNDARIES - Enhypen OT7 Fanfic (ch.5)

[CH.1] [CH.2] [CH.3] [CH.4] previous chapters

[CH.6] next chapter (now available!)

genre: vampire au, romance, drama, mystery, thriller

note: written inspired by enhypen's storyline, given-taken lyrics & teasers. please keep in mind all members are apart of this fanfic and the main theme is mystery/drama!

P.S Niki and Sunoo's roles become bigger in later chapters :) sorry I took 2 weeks to update. School + new enhypen teasers made me alter the story now jesus their lore is confusingly interesting. Didn't proofread half of this chapter LOL. Happy readings <3

"Well now that everyone is here, I'd like to announce we have a new student who just transferred here." Your eyes were immediately drawn to the student's platinum blonde hair. Despite his sharp and charismatic face, his eyes were delicate and innocent. He had an exceptionally small face and a sunkissed skin tone. The new student snapped himself around so that the entire classroom got a good look at him, "Hello, my name is Park Jongseong or Jay, call me whatever you feel." He bowed slightly, his voice having a cool ring that played over in your head.

"Everybody please welcome Jay to our astronomy class. Lend him any of our previous notes because midterms are coming up and I'd appreciate as a teacher if you guys helped him catch up before our long weekend coming up in two weeks." Your teacher gave a warm smile, nodding in such a way that made the rest of the class nod with her.

Without a student saying a word, everyone's eyes followed him as he took a seat at a desk a couple of rows in front of you.

You stared at him tirelessly, barely listening as your teacher rambled off-topic. You noticed Jay often stared out at the crying sky that occasionally flickered with lightning. His eyes focused intently on the woods. You were sure you weren't the only one who was interested in the new boy as you frequently caught other students glancing over at him every few seconds. Jay carried an attractive and dark aura that clearly contrasted from the crowd. Both girls and boys stared at him not because of his pretty face but because he was far different from the new students who had joined your school mid-semester.

The class flew by for you because of Jay until a simple but intriguing question was purposed by the teacher, "Bonus marks today if anyone can guess when the next full moon is." she lifted her eyes off the projector for a few moments, waiting for answers to come sailing.

"Saturday?" Somebody from the front called out, followed by numerous answers that ranged between the second week to the fourth week of the month.

"Come on now. Don't blurt out, give others chances to guess. Jay why don't you guess?" Your teacher questioned welcomingly, expecting no answer from him.

He leaned back in his chair, scraping the non-writing end of his ballpen on his thumb, "November 30." A gentle sound of thunder playing perfectly when he said the answer; like some sort of scene out of a comic.

"Ding ding ding!" Your teacher switched to a PowerPoint slide with the new unit name bolded, "I know this isn't part of the curriculum but I got it approved by the head of the school." She took a breath, giving students time to comprehend what was presented in front of them. "Our next unit will be looking deeper at the moon. More specifically, we'll be looking at both the sciency and non-sciency sides of this topic. And before anyone asks; no, you don't need to believe in astrology or superstitions to understand the non-sciency material. It's just very fascinating because it connects to many cultures." Your attention was now far away from Jay. You were enthusiastic about a topic for once in the class.

"And looks like we're running out of time." Your teacher's wrist clock blocking her eyes. "That's it for today's class everyone! I'll have your projects marked for next class, I promise! Have a good day." She said while shutting off the projector.

You slid all your handouts into your binder, not bothering to align the three-hole punches of the papers to their designated rings.

"Y/N before you go, do you mind helping out Jay? Today or tomorrow?" Your teacher stopped you on your way out.

"Like lend him my notes?"

"Yep! I just forgot to ask but he just left so you might be able to catch up to him. Maybe ask if he's got the notes yet."

You waved your goodbyes and chased the new boy down, his uniquely blonde hair standing out from the hallway of heads. You picked up the pace to catch up with his swift steps when you caught him chatting with Sunghoon and Jaeyun. Your feet froze straight down in their place.

Were they new friends? Or perhaps they were old friends?

You weren't going to bother talking to Jay as you already knew what kind of funny business would come up if you did. You could only watch them swing and lean their arms against each other in a close and friendly way. The picture was becoming more and more clear to you as to what kind of association Jay had with Sunghoon and Jaeyun perhaps even Heeseung, Sunoo or Jungwon.

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You throw yourself violently over your thick mattress after finishing a long study and homework session at your dorm. The session wasn't productive but the time you spent surrounded by your schoolwork made it feel that way. Your dorm was awfully quiet that afternoon as your dormmates had music rehearsals for their extracurriculars. Nana had told you to come by the music rooms around a quarter past five when their practice was over to go down to the dining hall and have dinner but you couldn't think of a way to kill your remaining hour alone.

Phones were forbidden in your school and you often felt uncontrollably alone and bored with your thoughts during your free time. You could only lay tangled in your bed with your half progressed work in the corner of your eye. You shift on one side to watch your wide-open binder until you got some burst of motivation to finish studying until an idea hits you.

After eyeing your handouts from your astronomy class, you decide to hit the library and do some reading to get a little advanced in the class. Sure you could study for your other class but the sudden idea was far more worth your time in your mind. You quickly twirl out of your room, clearing your desk while you're at it. Excitedly, you hop into your shoes and head straight for the library. You were put in a good mood as you skipped along the long journey to the bookhouse.

The library was moderately packed as you don't bother to recognize any faces there. You get deja vu as you trail the same path you did when Sunghoon and Kyungeun were around. Sliding between the thin space between the bookshelves once again, you search for the section related to the moon, feeling dizzy at the sight of books your school owned. You could've made your life easier by asking the librarian but you were confident you could find it on your own. You move up and down the aisles as you catch a glimpse of theoretical and astrology related books that sit next to a couple of history books.

Backing up, you awkwardly bend your knees forward to get a better look at the small selection of books under the genre. You peel a random book spine out from its tight spot as if it had never been taken out before. You dust off the book a bit, reading the wordless cover and open it to check if it was really related to any sort of astronomy as you find a much stranger subject being discussed.

"Finding everything alright?" The librarian comes by, pushing a kart from the other end of the shelves. "I-I'm looking for books related to the moon." You say, standing up and forgetting you still had the old book in hand.

"The scientific information is just on the other side of this shelf but the section you were just looking at has some interesting stuff that might be related." The librarian stuffed herself in between the shelves to get toward you.

"Yeah, I noticed... This book I just picked up was talking about vampires." You laugh a little as you hold it up.

"Ah, that book..." She paused, snatching the book out of your hands to examine it, "I read this before... It relates to astrology. I think there are some parts of the book that go into detail about the moon, you should give it a read."

"Is this book just theoretical research about vampires though?" You were unconvinced with the idea.

"Yeah, real or not, our school grounds and the neighbouring town are talked about in the book. Apparently many years ago this place used to be a hotspot for vampires." She looked you dead in the eyes.

"Do you think the information is true?" You questioned with deep curiosity upon her answer.

"Some information in there is haunting. I think vampires did exist." She said with some sort of distress beginning to seep into her face.

Shivers ran down your spine, if she was just trying to sell you the book, it was working damn well on you.

"I'll leave you be, no need to sign out the book, nobody ever takes it out so I trust you'll return it." And with that said, she left you cold with mystery as the book between your fingers stared at you with big round eyes.

You shake back to reality, checking your wrist just to find out your time has vanished. You shift your priorities to getting to the music department, throwing the book into your bag without much thought.

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The sun was already going down around the afternoon as the days got shorter with autumn blossoming. You're standing between rooms full of beautiful voices and instruments, peering through every window attached to a door in an attempt to find your roommates. The issue was the widows didn't give much of a view as to who was in the rooms. But your ears were drawn to a gentle piano that played a bittersweet melody beneath the louder sounds of people singing in a harmonious glee. As you move in the forward direction of the hallway, the piano gets clearer to your ears. It became clear that the sound was coming out of a room with its door wide open. Your back attached it to the wall in fear of being seen as slide yourself until you meet the spine of the door where you could see into the shadowy room.

Your eyes lit up when they see a familiar platinum blondie behind the keys. The melody was enchanting and was played in such a personal way as the sounds escaped into the noisy environment where it hoped to go unheard. Jay had reached the final notes of his song as he turned his head in your direction. It was as if he knew of your present from the moment you started watching him from the doorway.

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lolitainthehood · 3 years ago

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This goes hard

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emeraldinthesky · 4 years ago

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STRANGE TRAILS - Chapter 3 - Logsense

Cooper paused at room 321. He glared at the peculiar number, a boyish enthusiasm still flickering in his limbs and especially fingertips. The corners of his mouth remained turned up, and it seemed impossible for them to frown. He stepped closer to the door. He couldn't wait to tell her all about the Bookhouse Boys.

Yes, the town's secret organization was a secret; however, the peculiar thing with men is that the woman closest to them was their confidant. Be it mother, partner, or sister - they shared everything with her, and for agent Cooper, that role was still fulfilled by Victoria. And yet, as he was about to knock on the door, the beaming smile washed away from his face. He couldn't get himself to wake her, however gladly she would have listened to his stories, not after seeing her so tired. Not after what happened between them.

While Cooper further investigated the case late into the night, Vicky was catching up on sleep. That is, if you call tossing around in bed from nightmares, sleeping. She was never a good sleeper. Oftentimes, she went out for a cigarette in the middle of the night to stare at the current shape of the moon from Dale's balcony. She was familiar with all its phases: gibbous, waning, waxing… Of course, it was the most interesting to observe in its full glory, but Victoria found it much more soothing when all was covered in the heavy cloak of darkness. Especially when Cooper rolled out of bed to embrace her from behind, only to fall back asleep on her shoulder moments later.

…as the midnight of a moonless night…

She was used to nightmares, too, so much in fact, that she simply referred to them as dreams by this point. Rotting flesh pulsating alive again, beating hearts being opened with a scalpel, bodies moving with eery naturality as they were carved with medical devices like ancient stones and as you got to a certain organ, they spoke:

'Nurse, there's a twitching in my left thigh…'

She was called a nurse many times during her residency and the people on the surgery tables were rarely any different or more alive than the DBs she was investigating in her recent years. Both were flesh, still infused with the illusion of the self, but regardless… Flesh. Maybe it was this connection that made her more aware of the fine line that separated life and death.

This time it was the blonde girl, Laura Palmer, speaking to her, while Albert kept drilling her head into a strainer. 'Birdzzzzz… birdzzzz…' She repeated, syncing up with the instrument's buzzing, like a broken record, until her brain leaked from the holes like playdoh. Her eyes, her striking blue eyes remained locked on Vicky. Laura's thoughts evaporated from her cells. The cloud of memories engulfed the three of them as faint whispers, growing louder and louder, circling around the girl like a tornado, the wind picking up the drill from Albert's hand, carrying it away with Toto, yet the tool kept buzzing on and on and…

Vicky woke to the beeping of her alarm. She silenced it and her eyes darted wide open. She wasted no time, rushed to the small table by the window, and took the folder of evidence on it. A sudden blackness came over her. She threw the opened folder back to the table to grab the side of the furniture for stability. She saw nothing even though she was forcing her eyes to stay open. 'Breathe deep,' she thought to herself while taking a long inhale. The feeling was not unfamiliar to her. It was a frequent occurrence during her ambulance shifts whenever they had to storm out to a case. As she regained her consciousness, she fumbled around for a specific photograph she was inspecting right before falling asleep: the strange scars on Laura Palmer's shoulders. When she found it she immediately dialed: 'Albert!' She exclaimed when she heard the phone being picked up. 'It's bird pecks on her shoulders.' 'On the Palmer girl?' Her supervisor asked without missing a beat. The woman could hear a similar shuffling at the end of the other line, and after a short pause, Albert agreed. 'You're right. I'll have McCoy run it through the database. Did your date with Coop go well?' 'Yeah,' She replied absent-mindedly, failing to pick up on the mocking tone of the man's voice. 'When does the equipment arrive here?' 'Should be about an hour,' Came the reply. 'Good job, Vicky.'

~Invitation to love~ 'Don't fight it, Chet. You know as well as I there's still something between us. There always will be.'

High heeled, knee-length cowboy boots thumped into the sheriff's department. They weren't new, and the leather did crease in certain areas, but it was nevertheless weathering the wide-ranged usage. Vicky pushed the glass door open, and her outfit immediately earned her a complimenting whistle from the janitor, and a nod from an officer she couldn't recall. She turned to Lucy. 'Hey Lucy,' She smiled at the receptionist, curiously peeking in to see the TV broadcasting the newest soap opera. Victoria stopped to watch the situation unfold - she got hooked on the entangled relationship drama last night, when she was flicking through the channels at the Great Northern. She cleared her throat and turned back to Lucy. 'I believe Sheriff Truman told you that I'll need a lab at the station. Which is the unlucky room I will evade?' Lucy let out the breath she was holding in; probably from the fear that she might be humiliated by yet another scientist, but she was relieved to find that Miss Davis had manners. In fact, it was the first time she wasn't talked down to.

'I was hoping we would have breakfast together,' The agent noted when he stepped into the impromptu laboratory hours later. There was a slight, but unmissable resentfulness in his usually pleasant tonation, and Victoria couldn't help but chuckle. She walked past him to file away a folder. 'You gotta rise earlier, Dale.' His eyes wandered to the hem of her skirt dancing around just above her knees, showing a bit of her thighs. He knew this slight 'indecency' was more so due to her young age and her own perception of herself. She complained at some point that a longer skirt would make her look smaller and stockier - which wasn't true, but it never occurred to Cooper to oppose. He felt the urge to move his hands, so he buried them in his pockets. 'How's the evaluation going?' 'Calmly,' The woman noted in a surprised tone as she returned to her seat. 'We got back the match from the database for the ropes. The twine on the upper arm is pretty common, Finley's Fine Twine.' 'What about the ones on her wrist?' 'No match yet,' She shook her head. 'But the scars on her shoulders, they are bird bites.' 'Bird bites?' His eyebrows grew closer. 'Yeah… I had a dream, and… Anyway, it turned out to be correct. They are still running it through the database, but the results should be here soon,' Her slip of tongue made Cooper's heart flutter. He knew how methodical she was, and could recall many of their conversations about the topic - how dreams and unorthodox methods can further the investigation -, and Vicky often remained on the questioning side. Yet now, it seemed as though she finally understood what he was trying to tell her for so many years. 'The reconstruction of the plastic object found in her stomach is in progress,' She followed, not allowing silence to settle between them. 'The computer gave me a run for my money when I tried to assemble it,' Vicky eased her own tension with a smirk, then took an emerald green notebook into her hands. 'What about you, where the case is going?' 'I've met Dr Jacoby last night, visiting Laura Palmer's grave,' The agent leaned against the edge of the desk, while she scribbled down his observations. She realigned the desk lamp to illuminate the pages. 'Do you consider him a suspect?' 'Well, his name does start with a J…' Coop contemplated. 'He is suspicious, but he doesn't strike me as the type for it. I had him in for questioning this morning, in fact, he just left,' He straightened his tie. 'Laura was his patient, if I recall. Did you try to get something out of him about their sessions?' 'He was unwilling.' 'Of course,' She scoffed. 'But he knew about Laura taking cocaine. His psychological assessment deemed it as a good sign.' The pen in Victoria's hand stopped abruptly, and she raised her eyebrow at her colleague: 'He thought a seventeen-year-old sniffing cocaine for her mental health issues is a good thing?' 'He apparently had that opinion I'm afraid,' The man sighed. 'I'm so glad there are people like this in the world we can trust with our deepest issues,' She noted sarcastically, taking a sip of her coffee. 'What else? How'd that secret meeting with the boys go?' 'You know about the organization?' His jaw dropped and leaned ahead. 'Now I do,' She replied with a mischievous grin. 'To be fair, it is a close-knit community in a secluded area. There's bound to be a secret society of some sort, protecting the values of the community from outside attacks. And I heard you leaving the hotel not long after we said goodnight.' 'You'd be a wonderful detective,' Dale smiled with proud amazement. His conclusion earned a light blush from his colleague, but she was quick to brush it off. 'So, do I get a run-down on it or am I too much of a girl?' 'They had Bernard Renault in for questioning; he's the younger brother of Jacques Renault. They are smuggling cocaine over the Canadian border, but he was unwilling to cooperate. Still, he isn't the sharpest tool in the shed.' 'What else about Doctor Jacoby? Did he say anything else?' 'He saw a red Corvette the night Laura Palmer died. Harry said it must be Leo Johnson's.' 'If we confiscate it can I take it for a test drive?' Vicky crossed her legs as she sunk comfortably into her chair. 'Doesn't it contradict the rule of not disturbing the crime scene?' The agent retorted, but she was quick to remind him: 'I still have your greasy thumb filed under evidence for the Tallak case. Don't play with me.' 'Did you speak to Albert today?' He enquired. 'In the morning, but not since. Why?' 'He wants Sheriff Truman fired,' Coop explained. 'He handed in an OOJ and an AFO to Gordon.' 'Ah, Dale, I don't wanna be part of this...' Vicky pulled her mouth to the side. 'Coop,' Sheriff Truman stepped into the room. 'Hawk found the one-armed man.' 'Be right there, Harry,' The agent raised his palm then turned back to the woman. 'Please. For me.' 'Oh, alright… I'll talk to Albert,' She promised and Cooper's face lit up before the two men darted out. Victoria sighed as she returned to her work, but not before laying out a detailed list of things in her head: a list of things the agent better do to make things even. She knew she'd never hand that list in.

After a while, the lines blended together, regardless of how many times she blinked. She instinctively reached for the pack of cigarettes lying just across the table, only to find it empty. 'Typical,' She muttered to herself, brushing a strand of hair from her face, then checked the time. It was already past one. Vicky grabbed her wallet and her coat. On her way out, she stopped in front of the reception boot. 'Lucy, wanna come along for lunch?' 'I can't,' The receptionist whined. 'Sheriff Truman is out and I can't leave when they're not around.' 'Oh… Anything from the Double R, then?' 'A tuna sandwich would be nice.' 'A tuna sandwich to be delivered. Gonna grab lunch together some other time.'

'Tuna sandwich…' Vicky smiled to herself as she got into her car. Immediately, she shivered and drew her coat closer together. She was quick to start the car, hoping it would warm up during that short ride. While driving, she was reminiscing over a childhood friend of hers - Anne Marie and Lucy showed an uncanny resemblance, not in their features, but in their character. Anne Marie had dark hair and eyes, and hated tuna with all her might, but she was an avid fan of love stories. They frequently snitched their mothers' erotica novels only to stay up way into the night, reading each paragraph with crimson cheeks and excitement. Anne Marie was maturing physically at a much quicker rate, and she was only twelve when she was...

Vicky stepped into the break at the red light she almost passed by.

Love did not turn out to be anywhere near that glorified image they formed in the attic of the vacation house. It was not filled with the thrilling mystery that sent butterflies to their stomachs. It didn't take their breath with passion and soft words. It didn't warm their limbs with the softness of the July sun or shock them like the freshness of the spring they jumped into from the heat. It wasn't ultimate. It wasn't lasting. It wasn't happy.

It wasn't real.

Victoria arrived at the Double R and rushed in to wash the dreadful taste out of her mouth. A nice cup of joe should do the trick.

She thumped down into the barstool with such a force it let out a creek. Norma was quick with a strong brew and her red lips widened into the blissful smile of a mother. 'Good afternoon, Miss Davis. Tough night?' 'Nah, night was fine. Must be this damned weather.' Vicky sighed. 'How are you, Norma?' The woman tensed visibly at the question and there was no sign of the previous smile on her face. She caressed the coffee pot in her hand. 'My husband's due a hearing… About his parole.' 'Oh,' The forensic scientist added. 'And you, um, expecting him home?' 'Of course,' Norma replied dryly, but the very next second she followed as if the little innuendo didn't happen. She was a professional in her own right. 'What can I get you, Miss Davis?' 'Damn I didn't even think about it… It will be a tuna sandwich on the go and... Let's make that two, please.' 'Two tuna sandwiches,' The woman nodded and disappeared into the kitchen.

The more she drank from her coffee the more she contemplated about lips. The lips of a certain individual to be exact. Wondering about the words those lips formed yesterday. Seeing them as closely as years before… Wondering about whether they still taste the same…

'My log has something to say to you,' The sentence was embroidered with loud chewing. Vicky glanced up. She was confronted with a pair of big, strong glasses and a pouted lip. A log rested gently cradled in the arms of the woman next to her. She didn't even give Victoria any time to reply or oppose. 'There are bruises that stay on the skin forever. Others remain on the soul. Innocence is taken from those who rob others of it,' The lady chanted, then resumed to chewing whatever she had in her mouth. 'Margaret!' Norma scolded the woman. 'Don't scare Miss Davis with that nonsense!' To which the woman only spat the pine resin on the counter, and forcefully darted out.

As Victoria was driving back to the police station, the sun peaked out twice - maybe even three times - from the clouds. Two tuna sandwiches on the passenger seat: one whole and one barely touched. After the initial hunger, her stomach dropped again as she replayed the words of the old lady. Was she going mad? What did the woman with the log know? It wasn't the absurdity of the riddle that upset her.

What did upset her was that it made way too much sense.

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