He tossed in his bed, unable to sleep for an invisible dark shadow hovered over his head. He knew that it was inevitable. But he did not expect it to happen so soon. He had not experienced any of the life's assets. In the time he had been left with, he decided to take it from his otherwise packed schedule to regret. Remorse over not having anyone to mourn over him after he's gone. Remorse over his family; though he wasn't sure if he could call them that anymore. He had been not a very good person during his life. He checked his phone which glimmered with a new text.
"You have an hour."
It read.
He had turned his back to his buddy when he needed him the most. How could the love of one person transform a carefree teenager into a workaholic one.
'Strange things have happened here. No stranger would it be'
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Mystery / ThrillerThis is one hell of a story. Not among the ones you hear everyday. Way back in 1956, it was just the beginning of the cold months. When the lark few around one morn, it was a cue for the neighbors to check upon Mr Bree, the strange yet young, square...
