The next day after school, I went in my room. Gold-ball was hovering again. I lunged at her, and the floor opened and I tumbled down again. She caught me again. I went to the secret room again.
This time, there was writing all over the walls.
NO NOT RIGHT NO NOT RIGHT NO NOT RIGHT NO NOT RIGHT NO NOT RIGHT NO NOT RIGHT NO NOT RIGHT NO NOT RIGHT NO NOT RIGHT NO NOT RIGHT
GET IT RIGHT GET IT RIGHT
The writing scared me.
I looked at the bottles again.
There was a note inside the cabinet.
9/10
I shuddered. What the heck was going on?
I noticed that there was a space between two bottles.
One of them had been used? One-of-ten had been used?
Is that what it meant?
But... That means... Someone was in the house... Or at least down THERE... Sometime between then and yesterday... And had used the liquid in the bottle on something.
Oh, God.
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That night at supper, Jack said he needed to tell us something very important.
"In the paper today there was a story on someone they call the Unknown Killer. Apparently, yesterday, a girl named Heather Wood met with a casting director and was murdered. He ran away before anyone found her, but he says he's a casting director and then meets with girls privately, only to kill them with an unknown poison. That's why they call him the Unknown Killer - that, and they know just about nothing about him. What he looks like, where he's from, stuff like that. So I guess the moral of the story is - don't go meet some 'casting director'. Let ME pick him for you."
The story gave me the creeps.
I'd never planned to meet with a casting director. I was no actress.
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When I went into my room, I saw that the walls were covered with
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO
"Okay..." I said. When I blinked, it disappeared.
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When I returned to the secret room and looked at the bottles , another was missing and a note said 8/10.
That night at dinner, Jack told us the Unknown Killer had murdered another girl name Olivia Patterson that morning.
What it the bottles had to do with the killer?
No, that was crazy.
But it made sense...
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A Taste of Hollywood
Mistério / SuspenseElla’s mom just married a big-shot director and now they’ve moved to Hollywood. Does Ella care? All she cares about is the secret trapdoor she found in her bedroom floor... And the mysteries inside. What’s in these strange red vials she finds? Her m...
