I stood there silently. What? How does he know where we live? I am beyond confused as I notice so is my grandma. "Who?" She repeats her question. "The guy who, that, but how?" I mumbled trying to relax. "Who? That kidnapper? No. It can't be, can it?"
She is a little worried. "Yes, but I don't know how?" I answer. My grandma asks "Are you sure?" I think 'as if it really matters'. I mean someone is stalking you with a creepy mask, you would be scared, right? No matter who it is. "Ok fine, I believe you. But, where is he now? Not saying your lying but, I would like to know." I think about it for a while, I didn't know how to tell her the truth. That maybe he is still out there. "He's gone. He left after a few seconds when I looked at him." She looks at me like I'm crazy. I didn't mean to scare her, but I never lie. We stare at each other for a long while, in total silence. I blink, and she flinches. Soon she walks away to her bedroom. I just stand there, alone. I started to think about the kidnapper. Who is this guy? That's if he is a guy. Whoever this is, why would they do this? They did not think about they turn out, a little girl with little family left. I basically have no one. I ponder alone with my thoughts, until I hear a knock at the door. I glanced at the window to see who it is. There stood a tall man. He had a FBI sign on his nicely ironed collar shirt. I scan him not wanting to answer the door, but I know I have no choice. I slowly turn the nob. He slowly glances around the inside of the house. After a moment of looking around, he looks slightly down towards me. "Nice house." The tall man says. "Nice.......... shirt!" I giggled late. "Umm, who are you?" I ask. He looks around some more. "I need to talk to the owner of the house, your legal guardian. I look at my grandmother as she asks "Who is it elizabeth? Oh, hello. What do you want?" She says as charming as she can. "I need to ask you a few questions, that's all." He sounds a little weary. "About?" She turns around to go back to what she was doing. "About this killer we've been looking for." My grandma turns around at the word killer. He holds out a picture of a person with long hair and a clown face. I gasp.
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Regret
Mystery / ThrillerShe was ten when it all went down. Blood everywhere. All she can remember was the screams, of people dying. Her and her mother were kidnapped. The cops came, but it was too late. Now, she seeks revenge on the killer of her mother . Annabelle will...
