"Why"
The sky is dark, street lights shine. Carried by a car we start to drive. Calm roads, scared and worried eyes. I'm confused why does this all feel like a lie?
Time had pass lights became brighter more people are coming.
My friends looks so pale, as we go through the checkpoints. Why does they act like that?
"Does anyone of you know this girl? She's been missing for three days now" the police officer ask. "Oh no officer we....we...do... don't know her" my friend answered she is definitely nervous.
When we passed all the checkpoints we parked at a house. A house that's look like we are in a horror movie.
"Go quick get a sack before we get caught" they are panicking it seems like their lives were at risk.
"It's too heavy help me quick" my other friend begged for help. They pull out a thing out of the trunk. I got closer and noticed that it's a body.
My dead body. I were a ghost all along?
So the girl that the police are searching was me?
My f.. friends...I think my friends k.. killed me.
But why?
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