HELLO wattpadders!!!! Sorry for the LOOOONG wait, I seriously did not have the time to upload! BUT HERE YOU GO!!! a brand-new chapter only for you. This chapter is not edited so tell me if u find any mistake. U have a couple of new characters in this chapter. Hope u like it.
This chapter is dedicated to 23_cherry_23 who is an awesome writer and a source of honest feedback. <3
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“Your name, please?”
“Catherine Marie Peterson.”
“Pardon?”
“Catherine Peterson.”
“Sorry but there is no such name in the system…..”
“What? How is that possible?”
“Umm….Give me your student number, please.”
“Yeah, it is 37.”
“Ok, it’s weird but let me remind you that your name is Katelyn Hudgens, not Catherine Peterson! You may borrow the book and be sure to return it within two weeks. Thank you.”
With this the new librarian hastily excused herself and went to the nearby shelf to rearrange the books. I, on the other hand, stood frozen on my spot, completely clueless. My name was in the system until the day before. Who changed my name?
As I pushed open the library door I overheard the librarian whisper to someone, “I think that girl has problems. She doesn’t even remember her own name!” The statement was followed by an apprehensive gasp.
I headed briskly towards my classroom to check the student list, earning a few arched brows on my way. When I reached my classroom, I went to the noticeboard and searched for the student list. My jaw fell open when I read my name to be Katelyn Hudgens- bold and clear. Bewilderment took over my thoughts and a few flashbacks played in my head just in time, as if to hint some explanations.
Last weekend, it was almost 11 at night. I was walking back home from a concert alone. I was a few yards away from my home, when I heard someone whistling the concert music. I turned my head towards the source of the whistle, glad to find someone who had the same taste in music as me. But all that I saw was a black silhouette rested listlessly on a park bench right across the road. The dim streetlights did nothing to help me discern the stranger’s features, but something about him charged the atmosphere with absolute eeriness.
I started walking briskly but was quite surprised to find that the stranger was not following me. He remained seated, not even moving a muscle. But I could bet my life that his had his eyes unbrokenly on me, observing me like a vulture. When he stopped whistling, the rush of silence in the vicinity rather made my hair rise. I folded my arms and bolted towards the crossroads. I turned to look at the stranger one last time, and gasped to see that he was gone, leaving no trace of his existence behind.
I reached home and found mom and dad at the dining table. They didn’t seem to be having a good time. Mom was having a hard time convincing dad that it’s still ok for me to go out alone. I simply nodded at them both and went up to my room. No matter what I did I could not stop feeling spooked by the stranger I saw in the street.
Suddenly I heard mom screaming downstairs. I ran down to find my dad seated on the sofa, gasping for breath and my mom was trying to make him drink a glass of water. There was a piece of paper crumpled in my dad’s fist. After dinner, he went out to check on everything one last time. That’s when he found the paper on our doorstep. I ran to my perspiring dad and put my hand on his shaky shoulder. Then I took the piece of paper from his hand and unfolded it. It happened to be a letter; the words were cut from some newspaper and stuck to the paper with glue- a very common trick to avoid people from knowing your handwriting. It read:
YOU ARE READING
The Loophole
Mistério / SuspenseCatherine Peterson- her own existence had betrayingly turned against her. A serial killer is irrevocably after her life- just because of the name that she bears. But when the history steps into the present in disguise of a mystery, it is quite hard...
