The rain poured heavily against the windows of his home. The door knob rattled, muffled voices from the door. Screaming, Help! Help me! ______!!, last thing she screamed was the name of her dearest-love. The rattling stopped, a thud against the door. Blood spilling and pouring, beneath the door, he kept still. Hiding for his dear life.
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dauntingbazzThe sound of streets shouting and the sunlight bashing through the curtains. I could barely get up, my body was practically glued to the bed. Suddenly I get an - *BZZT!!* *BZZT!* - annoying irritating sound coming from my cellphone. I did not want to pick it up but I needed to pick it up. It was a call from my boss.Yes, I call my boss,the boss. The boss just says the boss's name is the boss.Odd, I know. I picked up the phone, on the phone I hear a great grumpy voice,
" COME NOW THIS INSTANT, DO NOT LET ANYONE NOTICE YOU "
right before I was going to speak - the boss ended the call. Very odd, but I listen to the boss's orders as I work for the boss. I put on my clothes( obviously, what kind of person goes out naked? ) and head outside without anyone noticing me as said. I tried not to wake my roommate since she is a fragile sleeper. She wakes too easily but today, was different. She did not wake. I swiftly made my way to a place, that shan't be named. . .
Who am I kidding? You're not a bad person, maybe. I can trust you with the name. TEVOP, The Eternal Void Of Palace. It's not as great as it sounds. Its really just a small home with a sign saying TEVOP, I don't have a picture since the boss thinks we should stay anonymous but I can quickly sketch it out.See? Just ordinary, like you and some others. Well I have to be going. The boss, is waiting.
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I walked the path to TEVOP. It's really scratchy, well by scratchy I meant the air is quite polluted and the grass is really spiky like shards of glass poking. I don't wear shoes, I don't like shoes, It feels weird around my feet so I wear crocs. They have holes, small tiny holes. The grass can poke into my feet so it hurts. Really... Really bad. Alas, through the madness of small stabs on my feet, I have arrived at TEVOP, The Eternal- nevermind that you know it already don't you?
I knock on the door three times . . . .
There is no response.
I knock on the door three more times . . . .
Still no response.
I wait outside, hoping someone would open the door as my impatience grew.
It had been 5 minutes since I knocked on the boss's door. Is the boss fucking deaf?
My impatience is reaching the top, I wanted to knock the door down.
But if I did, I would most likely be fired.
I need money, and food
so Im not willing to risk that.
Instead I bang on the door, three times.
But every knock, it gets more loud.
I heard the noise of rattling inside, has the boss finally heard me? I hear steps, loud steps approaching the front door. I see an eye, looking out in the peephole of the door.
I assume it is my boss.
The eye disappeared from the peephole, I hear footsteps marching back to somewhere and approaching again. A letter is passed beneath the door. It was slightly beige and marked with a deep-red seal. It was meant for me to read I guess. I quickly opened it, expecting my salary but it is just an ordinary piece of paper. Wait- like you! Ordinary. Sorry, I like just calling people ordinary. Well it wont hurt to tell you whats in the letter will it?Huh, cousin? The boss has relatives? Interesting. A case about the boss's relatives, that's very intriguing and it pays well. Looks like I have to use my detective detecting skills then!
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Identity
Mystery / ThrillerA private detective investigator, in Los Angeles.A person, who goes by many identities for cases! Explore how they use identities on crimes..!