I was inconsolable. After they had come and taken my cat from the ceiling and taken all of the evidence, this place I used to call home was almost barren. Detective Barthlow said he would be keeping watch over my house for the next few days, to try to catch him. But that did not help. My mind was in the pits of grief, and pain. I didn't trust anyone but myself. How could I when my whole world was uprooted and turned on its tail.
So, I thought of my own way to fight back. I set up cameras; one watching the front door, one in the kitchen and the living room, and finally, one in my room.
Hours passed as I stayed awake in my room looking at the video footage set up to my laptop. Slowly, I started to lose consciousness. The hum of the air conditioner lulled me to sleep. My weary body not able to take any more finally shut down.
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The Master Puppeteer
Horror| "The human body and all of its flaws were vulnerable to me and I loved it. I was the Master, I was the Puppeteer. And no one escaped from my strings." | Warning: Explicit content and language
