The hidden past

Chapter 1 -The great mystery novel writer

Hey all this is my first ever book, this will kinda be a slow paced suspense story its pretty short but hope u enjoy it
Happy reading!!

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A long road with dim lights walks a man with a frightened manner. He hears footsteps behind him, with the sound the steps make he was certain that the man who is following him has a strong motive. He hears a faint noise yelling, "Wake up Mr.Karter, publishers are waiting for you at the lobby." Karter gasps his breadth as he wakes up, "Are you alright?" Elena questions with a slight concern. Karter replies with a nod and get's up from his bed getting ready to meet his new book's publishers. A white shirt covered with a blue coat, a formal red tie, a black pant with brown shoes he wears. A typical formal meeting's dress code.

A long busy road with tall skyskrapers and small shops, a weird road with no street lights and dogs always barking walks karter with hooded eyes and a thick silky hair with a well groomed beard. A tatered hair teen dashes upon him dropping few files he had carried, they both had a long eye contact, long enough for the signals to go off. "Chris, you need to be quick I got more work for you", a fat women shouts. The boy runs away with a faint look, looking back at Karter. By the time Karter reaches the hotel lobby it was 12 in the noon, "Here comes the greatest mystery author" exclaims with joy a man with thin hair and 90's glasses. He giggles as he takes a seat on the couch. They shoot the breeze and get right into the important convorsartion. "What would you both like to have sir?" a pleasant voice asks them."A nice little vodka please" insists the lean James. Karter finishes off the deal for his next book and heads back home. It was almost dawn by the time he had reached his home, purplish orange sky with birds chirping on a silent street it was. Elena welcomes him as he sits down in the living room with a slight sigh. He takes a shower and dozes off with his bathrobe on his bed.

A heavy dut dut dut sound of a rifle echoes the valley, Karter wakes up finds himself in middle of nowhere on a road he assumes to be a valley. A man runs on the edge of the road, behind him follows a heavy tall man with a rifle. Karter tries to take a look of the man who is running, he was astounded to see his own face. Karter looks back at the guy holding the gun, the face seemed familiar. DUT! DUT! and he is now in the custody of police taken to the jail, he was demented. After a day in jail he was going to be executed soon, the police tie the rope around his neck, he puffed and shook his legs hard everything goes black. Suddenly he hears police sirens, he gasps his breath as he wakes up and finds himself drenched in sweat on his bed. Opening the curtains he see's a man lying dead on the road. THUD! THUD! THUD!, he hears a loud knock on his front door. He slowly opens his room door and walks towards the door, THUD! THUD! THUD! the banging increases the door knobs start to rattle. He was scared to death when a gun shot opened his door, police were rushing inside his house to find the killer who sneaked into karter's house.

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I know the chapter is short but i didnt have much time and after all the story is going to be short so yea, i will try to upload a chapter within 3 days
Thankyou for reading have a nice day!