I turned off the car and sat trying to soak in what had just happened. I still say this is a prank. I looked sideways at the Brown bag. Curiosity got the better of me as I sighed and pulled the bag open.
Inside the bag was a letter. I folded over the paper and read:
Greg, I have found something that interest me. You want her back you follow my orders. You have a week.
-Ed
~ All people need me to live, but breath me in and you will die.
COME FIND ME GREG
I dropped the paper startled. What kind of sick monster would do this? All people need me to live, but breath me in and you will die? Whats that supposed to mean? I looked inside the bag again, making sure i didn't miss anything. My fingers wrapped around something solid. As i pulled it out i froze in horror. It was Katherine's favorite necklace. She never left home without it.
A knock on the door pulled me back to reality. I quickly stashed the bag and its containments in my deck and opened the door. " Hello Greg, hope its not to late." I smiled and invited in the guest. Nate, his greying hair and hazel eyes comforted anyone in any situation. Thats probably why he became a counselor. He smiled and shook his head "I just wanted to ask if you saw what was on the news. Heard it was a big deal and maybe could be a good plot to a thrilling story", he winked. " I haven't Nate but ill check it out right now and let you know what i think". He nodded and waved goodbye and he turned and headed off.
I clicked on the T.V and flipped to channel 5, the only news station this old television would get, and headed to the kitchen to find some food. They were in the middle of a story about a girl who rescued a puppy from a abandoned park, when the tone changed and the reporter sounded somber. " We have a late report, a man was seen stumbling though the streets after all a night of drinking carrying a pistol and talking to himself. The man, who as still not been identified, has been suspected of the murder of a young girl the same night he was seen" They flashed a picture of the suspect on the screen. I stopped. I knew that man. That man was me.
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FantasyGreg is a fiction writer trying to find a story line for his new book. He gets a mysterious phone call one day and takes a chance to see if he can get the story he needs from it. Will he get the story or are things not all what they seem to be??
