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Now, thinking back on it, I really wish I'd had said something. Even if it wasn't her, which it couldn't have been, I wish I had said something to her and broke the silence. If it wasn't her, she still could've been in trouble. Oh, who am I kidding, just because she was gone when I looked up doesn't mean someone snatched her. Or specifically snatched her and took her to some deserted woods and murdered her.
Ah, well, Emilee might not have been murdered. It could've been an accidental death. Yeah right. The chances of it being an accident were probably slim. If that girl was Emilee Ross, then the only reasonable explanation would be that she's not dead. Maybe she even faked her death. It just doesn't seem likely. When I finally lay down on my bed, it's five past midnight. As good as it feels to lay down, my skin pressing against the cool sheets, I can barely fall asleep.
I wake up with my forehead coated in sweat. I dreamed about the girl. The dream played in my head over and over again.
I was running down the sidewalk at night, probably at midnight. I turned my head to look behind me. "Oh god! She's catching up!" I thought. I started to run faster. She was so close to me she was stepping on the heels of my shoes. For some reason I was wearing my ex girlfriend's red high heels, so I tripped and fell. I rolled over, my back to the concrete. I lifted myself up on my hands and feet. I began to crawl backward as I saw her looming over me.
"Hi, I'm Emilee. You are?" I heard her ask.
I was panting, my breathing heavy. "You're -you're dead." I said.
She blinked at me. "Of course I am, silly," She shook her head before her eyes started bleeding. "See?" She asked, grinning ear to ear.
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Midnight Run
Mystery / ThrillerGabe Whittaker heard about the death of a girl by the name of Emilee Ross on the radio. She was murdered two days ago. When he later sees her picture on the news, he swears he's seen her before. Wait..isn't that the girl he saw at midnight? But that...
