I pulled over by the lake. I looked around looking for anything obvious. Of course not, dudes not gonna make it easy. I huffed as I got out running to the lakes edge. A tap on my shoulder made me jump. " Greg? That you?" I turned around to face a young blonde haired green eyes lady. Her smile made me feel welcomed, but her eyes gave a different feeling. Danger? I couldn't tell.
"Im Greg", I answered " how can I help you?" She didn't reply but handed me a paper and swiftly walked away. I frowned. Odd. I looked at the paper I was handed.
Good job on the riddle Greg, ready for another?
What gets harder the longer you hold it?
Im still waiting Greg. Katherine's getting restless, come save her Greg.
I threw the paper in furry and ran back to my car. I cant believe this is happening. This has to be a messed up prank. This cant really be happening! First someone frames me for murder and next someone takes the woman i still love, no cant be real wont accept it, i cant accept it. I closed my eyes and too a breath. When I looked up, I was no longer at the lake, but inside a white room.
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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??
