Chapter 8: Daydream or Nightmare

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It's 9 am on a saturday and unlike every other normal teenager i'm still in bed trying to process the last few days. I can't help but wonder if all of this is just in my head or if i'm on to something i should just let go. Regardless, i can't tell what's real or what's fake anymore. I hear my brother head out the front door and i sneak into his room. I look for the shirt but can't find it. Could my brother have realized i had found the shirt and that it's one the reasons i've been asking so many questions? I hear the front door open and i rush back to my room and lay down trying to act as sleep as possible.

My brother knocks on the door and i try not to look to give away the fact that my heart is shaking in fear. He calls my name one time and heads back to his room. Taylor calls me and i take a deep breathe before i anwer. I think to myself i know shes going to say something to calm me so i answer witha bit of spunk "Hey my lady hows everything today?" A pause of silence fills the phone, before Taylor says "they found another body in the alley by your house last night!" I pause in silence with my breath dropped and my heart racing. After a moment i say "do they know how long she's been dead?" Taylor processes my question for a second and says "the autotopsy says she died at 11:30 pm last night." My heart sinks wondering if the same person who was coming after me that night killed the two young women in the park and the alley.

I tell Taylor i have to go but let's link up later this afternoon. She agrees and we both hang up. I slip on my shoes and head to the alley and sure enough it's completely taped off with police caution tape. Could the murderer be trying to send a message to me or someone else? Or could this just be a game to the murderer? Regardless, i know i have to look into this, but what if i dig too far and found something i shouldn't?

After i leave the alley i head to the library to do some research, when i find out that the last serial killer we had in this town was over 50 years ago and he murdered 16 young women in a matter of two months. I print out some of the information and tell Taylor to meet me at my house.

When Taylor gets to my house she looks like she's in fear. I ask her whats wrong, when she looks at me and says "you wouldn't believe me if i told you." I can't help but wonder what if she knew about the last few days? Would she still say that?

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