Hiya guys, this chapter was written by me. Let me know what you think so far. Before you read I have one question for you guys- don't forget to give us your answer. - Who do you think is sending these letters? :)
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Chapter Three:
I just stood gaping at the blood red letter. I ran my hand down the rim and could feel where the blood had been splurged onto the paper. I wasn't taking this any more, I wasn't taking it!
Without thinking rationally I darted out into the hall and began running down the corridor. On the way I bumped into one of the elderly men called Billy Redding. "Sorry...." I muttered. I made sure he was stable and continued to run.
I was after them. The culprit that had me bound in some sort of mind game. I ran out the front doors of the block of flats and began scanning the car park for someone remotely suspicious.
Nothing. No-one. Nought.
I sighed, rolled my eyes and hurried up to my compartment. As I closed the door behind me I stopped in place and paused.
What was I thinking?
What was I going to do, just storm over to the culprit and demand answers?
That wouldn't go down to well.
Feeling tired, achy and exhausted I wandered over to one of the sofas and lay down, rubbing the temples of my forehead to try and wish the headache away. It was useless. Everything was. How on earth was I going to stop these letters coming?
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I woke up fresh faced and feeling slightly better than I did the day before. I began to get ready for work. I made myself an orange smoothie and headed out the front door when I was dressed and prepared. I would get work over with first and then I would sort this mess out.
When I arrived at the office I walked through reception to see Sasha sitting on one of the chairs looking down at the floor. I began to wonder why she was here. She didn't have an appointment today, did she?
I walked over to her slowly and sat on one of the metal chairs next to her.
"Sasha" I began "is everything okay?"
She shook her head.
"Come on, lets go to my office. I have half an hour before my first appointment."
When we were sat in my office she didn't say a word. I decided to be gentle, she looked fragile. Breakable.
"What happened Sasha?" I asked. She then looked up at me. Her blue eyes were shining in the light. Her dark hair was wrapped around her face acting as a blanket.
"I- I-"
"It's okay Sasha" I encouraged "you can tell me!"
"It's just that..." She couldn't get her words out. She handed me a letter. I gulped. Another letter. A part of me wondered how many letters were being sent. I vaguely remembered her holding a letter before.
I unfolded the crumpled sheet and began to read:
RELOCATE ASAP, THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING! IF YOU FAIL TO FOLLOW OUR INSTRUCTIONS YOU WILL BE HURT- I REPEAT- YOU WILL BE HURT!
My heart ran quickly. "How many warnings have you received Sasha?"
"Three" she answered with her light voice.
"Have you spoken to the police?"
She shook her head. "My parents- well- I haven't told them."
"Don't worry Sasha" I continued "I'll get to the bottom of this!"
I was going to keep my promise and make sure I never thought twice about catching this culprit again.
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When I got home that night I began to get to work. I began considering why the culprit wanted us to relocate. I began researching our little town in Paris trying to uncover if some major renovations were taking place. I sat on the sofa with my laptop in front of me reading the local online newspapers. One read 'FLOOD OF IMMIGRANTS TO PARIS- MINERS IN SEARCH FOR FAME AND FORTUNE!'
Miners? How did they think they were going to find Gold in Paris? Maybe that was why the culprit wanted all of us to relocate. So that they could use our properties as homes whilst they lived on our land and searched for gold. It seemed a little unbelievable. I copied the article and pasted it into the browser. It finally came up with an official website for the mining company. I copied down the number and slid it into my pocket considering giving them a call. I had a lead, not a very good one, but it contained a motive. That was all I needed, right?
The last thing I did before I went to sleep was set up my old camera next to the peephole on my front door so that when the culprit delivered yet another letter I would see their face. The face of the devil. I latched the hole open and turned on the dusty camera. Hopefully that would catch them out. Hopefully.
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