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THE DUST BRUSHED against my fingertips, a fine layer that spoke of neglect and the passage of time.
The air in the basement was thick, almost suffocating, heavy with the scent of mildew and forgotten memories.
I could hear the faint footsteps of my husband moving around upstairs, a stark contrast to the stillness surrounding me in this cramped, dimly lit space. The light seemed to dim even further, casting long shadows that danced along the walls, heightening my sense of unease.
My heart pounded heavily in my chest, each thump echoing in my ears, drowning out the distant sounds above. I felt my breath shuddering in and out, each inhale a struggle against the rising tension that seemed to freeze my body in place.
A chill ran down my spine, intensifying as I fixated on the diary lying before me. The first sentence loomed large, its implications heavy and sinister, pulling me deeper into a dark abyss of curiosity and dread.
So many questions flooded my mind, chaotic and urgent. Who did this diary belong to? What circumstances led to its concealment in the depths of our basement? And most terrifying of all, why did the very first sentence read:
I killed my parents.
This chilling admission hung in the air, demanding answers that I wasn’t sure I was ready to confront.
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YOU ARE READING
A KILLER'S DIARY
Mystery / Thrillerೄ After waking up from a coma, Lin is suffering from amnesia, with no memories of her past. Her confusion doesn't seize when she finds a mysterious diary in her basement. ྀ࿐
