I'm so cold.
Smiling slightly i look out towards the currently black forest, the wind lashing violently at my window as if it wants to get in. Placing my hand on the glass i tap lightly with my pointer finger nail. Hearing the tap tap tap relaxes my tensed muscles.
Looking around my darkened room i feel a chill in my spine, as the old saying goes, someone just walked over my grave. The saying is an old one, dating back to when my great great great grandma was alive. I never understood that saying until now.
Until she came out to walk.
Facing the window again i see her, the Popsicle Lady. Dressed in her most luxurious dress, dazzling heels and jewlerly and her hair pushed up into a messy bun. This is the only time she ever comes out to 'Play'. Midnight.
It may sound weird but every night I wait for her, I wait and i watch her all night long. Until 6AM when the sun starts to rise up high into the sky. The popsicle lady has no friends, nor family left. No one in the town understands her or accepts her. They think she's weird, I think she is weird. But is she really weird?
Deep down, i believe she couldn't be the cause of all this distruction. All the kidnappings and Catnappings. She seems to.... innocent. But i suppose you should never judge a book by it's cover without reading the first few pages first.
Sighing slightly; my breath creating fog on the window. I get down quickly but quietly from my window-sill and tip-toe to my bed where my tomcat cherrie is. Pulling the covers up to my chin i feel eyes watching me. It sends me into a cold sweat. Although, eventually after 2hours of trying. I finally fall into a dreamless sleep. Waiting for the day to start tomorrow. At school.
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Helllo! Now this is a very very very short first page of the story. Just introducing you into the story gently. Now the cast can be whoever you would like it to be, i don't mind. Use you're imaginations.
I am proud of this first chapter and don't worry the next chapter will be a hell of a lot longer than this. I was aiming for around 2000 words at the most on the next chapter, this chapter is horribly short but i believe kind of good for a first attempt?? riiight?
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Popsicle Lady.
Детектив / ТриллерAmelia Goodland is a 23year old woman who lives on her own in her tiny little house. She lives just by the edge of the forest where the wolves lurk. She is also nicknamed by the local children as the Popsicle Lady. The lady who is cruel, at night yo...
