"Zaid, there's nothing there. Are you sure there's a bomb?" The police receptionist asks.
"Yes. Somebody told me he planted a bomb in my mother's home!" I say frustratingly.
"Who?"
"I can't tell you now. Find the bomb, and I'll tell you later."
"Why don't you just focus on Rosa's case?"
I stay silent. I can't reveal anything yet.
"I think he's insane," I hear the receptionist whispering to someone.
I am not insane.
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You Are My Disease
Horror"The only sounds you hear is the man's laughter, the stones striking your body, the weird music playing in the background, and your muffled shrieks. When each stone strikes you, your eyes bulge in agony. Soon enough, every part of your body sears wi...
