I run down the street as fast as I can. When I reach the house police had already arrived.
"Oh my God." I say as I put my hand to my mouth. "What happened?" I asked. But I received no answer.
After a few minutes if standing in horror I recognized the body. It was Marge. Marge was a nice, young lady. Couldn't have been more than 26. What I saw was gruesome. She looked like a wolf, or some other wild animal, ripped her to shreds.
"Excuse me, but we'd like to ask you a few questions." Said a man's voice from behind me.
"Who are you?" I asked. As I turned to face them I could've sworn I saw something from up the street out of the corner of my eye, but I dismissed it.
"FBI. Agents Garfield and Patrowlski." Said the man with shoulder length hair. He was tall.
"Did Mrs. Marge have any good luck in the pat ten years? You know, like life changing good luck." This man was a little shorter and had short hair.
I thought back ten years and remembered she'd made the city's dancing team after the judges said she was to skinny. This is exactly what I told the agents.
"Thank you for your time." Said agent Patrowlski
"If you have anymore information, call us." Said the other as he handed me his card.
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An Unlikely Companion
FanfictionAlice's boring world is turned upside down when she discovers the truth about her family. Will she follow them, or a mysterious stranger who offers her a normal life--a life away from bullies and the supernatural?
