here are just some short stories composing of the things written by the hulCAWmanian's dark side. you'll mostly find plots that seem to have a similarity to other chapters of the story. Some stories involves items that maybe classified as an anomal...
As an unconventional police officer working outside the actual police force, it has always been the duties of people like myself to serve and protect others from the foul play at work. Foul illegal play that conventional police officers simply can't deal with due to lacking so much power and being chained to the rules and regulations that limits their power. It is afterall for the best of all who suffer from police brutally that conventional cops are given only limited power and are tasked to follow procedure. Me? Well I may be wearing a dress that states the word "police" but I am no police officer myself, however I belong to a shady group of people who can in fact get past the law of bringing justice with our own hands by doing whatever means necessary.
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I know what people, who might read this, might be thinking. Like I said I am not a conventional cop. I am more like a spy, but looks like I have been caught by them and is awaiting my fate. Perhaps it is in the best interests of anyone that I tell the story of how I ended up in this situation, and no. I am not a damsel in distress. I am dead by the time anyone finds these notes. I found some papers while being kept captive and awaiting execution, which I will reveal later. If I am going to be killed then maybe I should have some fun while I'm still alive writing this. Sounds weird? Yes, but anyone should search up the cases of other women having the weirdest death fantasies which have already been fulfilled.
This all started when I was out in my room looking up certain clothes online. I found this really nice top with the word "police" in it and decided to purchase it from that point. Fast forward a few says and I finally received my order, so I started trying it on and taking selfies as usual. Just like most girls I know. I had this sudden urge of wanting to do something for society out of no apparent reason. It just came to me that I wanted to somehow make a difference in society. I went to look at Reddit and tried looking for unsolved closed cases. Maybe I can solve this case myself. It was stupid of me to pursue something so dangerous and yet the thrill of it gave me chills and satisfaction. I think it had something to do with this piece of apparel I am currently wearing now. I don't really believe in paranormal or spirits or cursed items so I thought nothing of it.
I thought about starting my investigation the next day and I won't even bother changing this top. Let them know I am part of the "police". I just put on some pants and brought my old iPhone with me. Growing up, I always had a knack for cracking open an already closed unloved case. I also have the feeling of being killed in action all the time I have tried doing this, which is why I don't just randomly wear anything for that matter and always choose the clothes I wear specifically for that case.
I will be narrating my story until my death in the note pad of this very phone, so bear with me. I have no Internet nor cellphone service as they have been stripped away from me upon my capture. Oddly enough they have offered me my phone back with the sole intent of allowing me to write my story. I guess I'll be doing that then.
Day 1: I started my investigation into the case and took some pictures as well tried to find something I could use to somehow open the case rather slowly. Baby steps is a requirement. Obviously this will get me nowhere really, but it is a start.
