Something led me here. A rickety old windmill with a house close to it. It feels familiar, maybe I've been here before? It's like a distant memory that's too blurry to understand. This place hasn't seen anyone for ages and frankly I think it's a health violation. I heard the distant sound of music as I approached. I always liked this song, but I never knew how I knew it. I entered the house, and it looked better in here than the outside. Nice furniture, freshly painted walls, and a glass of water on the table.
BAM. The door slammed shut. I drew my gun and swept the house, nothing. I entered the main room again and approached the record player. The record slowed to a stop, and I noticed the label, it had my name in my mother's handwriting. I've seen her sign so many checks and letters with her perfect cursive handwriting, but no one could ever match it. I've tried many times to sign her name for permission slips, but the teacher could always tell. Mother always wrote with a slant; it was like reading italics. I could never write like that without it looking messy. Mother never listened to music, she said it was "a waste of talent", so it makes it harder to imagine her keeping a vinyl record.
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A Silver Anniversary
Mystery / ThrillerCameron Daniels is a 25 year old Detective with memory issues that is trying to solve a string of murders that started the day he was born. TW: SUICIDE, OVERDOSE, MEMORY LOSS THIS IS MY FIRST STORY SO I APOLOGIZE IF ITS A LIL WONKY!!
