M R. J ~

Intro

I enter the crime scene. Crystas crushing under my boots is all I'm able to listen too.

The corpse is lying right in front of me in the middle of the living room.

All of a sudden everything goes black leaving me in the dar as I try to make my way towards where I remember the corpse was at I feel a peck on my cheek just before the lights come back, as cold air surrounds me, the ghost of a prescence behind me.

The eco of footsteps lowly, tapping the tiles through the hall.

I look up to where the corpse was supposed to be as anxiety built up in my rib cage...

but there was nothing...

But a big blood stain on the carpet...

And a joker card...

A long lost friend and the cold blooded enemy in the same form.

THIS WORK IS PURE FICTION OUT OF THE AUTHOR'S IMAGINATION.
ANY RESEMBLANCE TO REALITY IS MERE COINCIDENCE.

Started: April 6th 2020
Finished: ~~~