Prolouge

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Slowly, Lloyd opened the door. It creaked loudly, so he turned around just to make sure no one heard. Then he turned back to the closet. The remains inside were too crazy and creepy for him to bear looking at it for more than he needed to. Lloyd let out a small gasp, and his phone fell the the floor. This wasn't right. She was being framed. No. It wasn't true. But he had seen the proof, the fragile body standing in shards had told it to him all. He didn't have to tell anyone. Lloyd closed the closet door and turned around, but the other half of the mystery was already there.

"Lloyd, I've been waiting for you."

The sweet voice he once knew so well knos sounded sick and warped, like some kind of twisted devil, lips coated in sugar. Lloyd saw himself hyperventilating, he saw his knees give out like butter. He saw himself topple down to the ground. The last thing he saw was her face. He should have known. But now it was too late. The girl Lloyd had once known was now his assassin.

Btw, this is supposed to be short so u will read. The chapters leading up to the murder will be SHORT because i like SUSPENSE not EMPTY NOTHINGNESS!!!


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