The Horror of Palm Shores

Night of the First Murder

The rest of the day was normal. That text just freaked me out. I wasn't going to tell my friends about them. I went home and sat there thinking. Who could it be? One of my friends back in Lochhollow? Or someone I didn't even know?

I was thinking about this on and off all night. I had this dream that I was killed by the person. I never saw their face in the dream. All I remember is that they were wore a mask.

I woke up the next morning with a thought that something bad happened. I went into the kitchen to get my breakfast. When I passed the TV, I heard something that caught my attention. There was a murder last night. One of the teachers was stabbed to death.

I went to school after doing my morning routine. That's all everyone was talking about. It was just one murder. It wasn't like one whole neighborhood was slaughtered. After school was over, I headed home. I walked through the front door to see my parents at the table.

"Put your stuff in your room and let's go," my mother commanded.

"Why? Where are we going?" I asked them.

"We're heading to the town hall," my father informed me.

"Why?" I questioned.

"There's a meeting tonight, and everyone has to go," my mother said.

We got in the car and left to the town hall. When we arrived, I got another text.

I'll see you soon. Can you find me inside the meeting? Cause I see you. RIGHT. NOW.