Caleb Labowski October 1, 2013
I stare at this scarred, bruised-up young girl. I'm completely astonished.
I want to believe the story she told me and my partner Owen Everett is a complete lie. But according to the firefighters who brought her here, she wasn't dead at the scene. It didn't matter if her body was consumed in flames.
She was breathing.
Owen rubs his face, clearly stressed.
"Listen...Aliyah," he begins, "We can't just let you go. We can't imagine what you've gone through, but you need to work with us if you want justice-"
"THOMAS IS DEAD!" Aliyah screams. "I PREVENTED HIM FROM ESCAPING. I WATCHED AS HIS BODY BURNED AND TURN TO DAMN ASHES! I SAW EVERYTHING!"
I attempt to argue with her, but I don't get a single word out. I feel my body freeze and my vision becomes hazy. Everything feels numb.
When everything feels normal again, I hear Owen swear.
"Shit, man. She's gone!"
I stare at the now empty chair Aliyah was sitting in.
Owen kneels on the floor and rests his head on the metal table, muttering curse words.
I put my hands on my hips, shaking my head.
"She's not lying, Owen," I state.
He scoffs. "So we're dealing with young girls who have...superpowers?!" he yells.
I slowly nod as he gets up from the floor.
"This is insane, man," he whispers.
I put a hand on his shoulder and give him a squeeze.
"No matter what, we will find and protect those girls. They're fucking traumatized and we need to help them,"
I put my hands back on my hips.
"For now, we have to get people to investigate the Mayview Manor. We have to–No–We need to be ready for anything."
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Paranormal❝ When I woke up, I saw them. I remember their gray and yellow clothing. I remember their bright red hats. I remember their confused and shocked faces. ❝ I didn't blame them. ❝ But now I've told you my story. ❝ So please let me go. ❞ ~~~...
