I had a dream last night.
I was hung. Somebody had drugged me, tied me up to a noose, and kicked a chair.
I don't remember who did it. I couldn't see a face, just a dark cloud of nothingness. I'm scared.
You know, I think after meeting him for the first time, I think I threw away any hopes of a normal life. Well, like that was ever going to happen with my parents dead.
But now I'm wondering. I hate when my brain wanders. Things like the dream mentioned above happen.
Who hung me?
The detective set down the pen and felt around for her computer. She let out a soft sigh, starting to scratch at her neck uncontrollably.
YOU ARE READING
Case Files & Theories
General FictionScribbled across the cover page of the Microsoft Word document was very messy handwriting. It read, "Case Files & Theories". What was in there? You decided to take a look, since the detective herself was out of the office. (Official Detective Anon f...
