"Zaid, I need to talk to you," Jason says.
"Okay," I reply. I know that tone of voice. Something bad is going to happen.
"The police did research. There is no Ed Newman. He doesn't exist."
"What? No!" I shout. "He fucking exists. You know. You hear me talking about him sometimes. You even saw him? Remember the time he came to our office?"
"What? I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Yes, you do. It was the day after Madison was murdered. We were all called to the conference office and he was on the right side of the room."
"No, Zaid. If he was there I would've known because I wouldn't have recognized him."
"Are you blind or something? He was there. He was fucking there. He even talked to you. I'm not making this up! He killed them. I saw him bury Rosa alive. He confessed to killing Madison too, but he threatened to kill my mom if I told anyone. And now you're saying he doesn't fucking exists?"
Jason gapes at me with wide eyes. He reaches out to his belt and pulls out his handcuffs.
"You are under arrest on suspicion of the murders of Madison and Rosa. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do may be used as evidence against you in a court of law..."
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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...
