EIGHTEEN
QUEEN & GHOST
SEATTLE, WASHINGTON
BEYONCÉ SMILED AS SHE WALKED TOWARDS her private jet which was waiting for her. On her way, some of the security guards congratulated her on yet another show. She zipped up her famous black hoodie and stepped onto the plane, her pilot and flight attendants greeting her.
Before she sat down on one of the chairs, she noticed a note tucked underneath the plant on the table. Her lips parted in fear when she realized there was a splash of blood on the front and with shaky hands, she pulled it closer to her. The handwriting she recognized almost instantly.
Doll,
You hear the blood, drumming through your veins, filling you with life; urging you to save him so he might breathe another breath.
Just almost, just almost.
The clock was ticking until it wasn't. Not fast enough.
And now he pays the ultimate price.
Beyoncé's mind suddenly began running in circles and soon everything went blank. Her eyes began to grow blurry and she placed her hand over her mouth. Everything started clicking for her; the letter was from Ghost. She reread the letter, her heart pumping rapidly against her chest. She looked around, how was he able to even come inside?
And who was he talking about?
Her eyes widened when the realization hit upon her. He... must have been her husband: the man she wasn't able to get in contact with for the last 24 hours. It was him... Ghost had killed her husband.
"Oh my god." She whispered, placing her hands on her head and looking down. "He did this. He-,"
She quickly blocked his number, making sure he couldn't contact her again. Maybe, she could go to the police and tell them everything. But she knew that would be stupid because he's good at hiding and if he knew she snitched, there would be no telling what he would do to her. She had to keep quiet.
She could still remember all the happy memories Shawn and her shared. From when they first met, to their first song together to even getting married. In the beginning, everything was perfect. And then it quickly all went wrong.
Sometimes when Shawn made her upset, she wished he was dead but she didn't know her thoughts had that much power. She was only kidding and she never wanted this to be real.
She began to cry not because Shawn was dead but because she didn't feel any emotion toward him dying. Ghost promised to corrupt Beyoncé and now, she feared she was becoming just like him. Shawn was gone and she didn't feel the need to mourn her husband.
She was becoming just like him and that terrified her.
She looked out of the window, her lips forming a heavy frown. She realized at that moment she didn't know anything about Ghost yet he knew everything about her. It was unfair.
She grabbed her laptop and began googling his name, hoping to find something. What she didn't expect was to land on hundreds of articles with his name.
"Ghost: Known as London's Serial Killer who was never found and killed more than 100 people in the city that have been discovered. He is expected to have killed more people but left their bodies unrecognizable." She whispered, feeling the hairs on her arm stand up. She continued scrolling, her eyes moving left to right like she was in some sort of trance.
"Interpol still searches for Ghost as he manages to stay hidden. His last known killing was two years ago but he stays No.4 on Interpol's Most Wanted. This man has been labeled one of the country's most deadliest and citizens have still been warned to be prepared if he ever makes another appearance."
