The Puppet Master
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Last published Fri, Mar 3, 2017
I stood there in awe as my eyes scanned every inch of the crime scene. There, in front of me, was a white corpse with a crimson puddle surrounding the body. There was, wire? Yes, wire, piano wire it seemed to be, sticking out of the corpse. This piano wire seemed to be threaded through the body in such a delicate way. As if they had a purpose and not just there to be used as some sort of sick murder weapon. I had to blink a few times. Just to see if I was dreaming or not. When My eyes landed back on the scene, I then knew for sure, this was not a dream. This was the real shit.
"911 what is your emergency?"
"Yes? Hello? There's a woman...she looks pretty mangled up. I-i think she's dead. Oh God!"
"Please stay calm Sir. Do you know your location?"
"Oh God! She twitched! What is that?! There are things sticking out of her!"
"Sir, please, what is your location?"
"I don't know. In some broken down warehouse in Dallas. God...there's so much blood..."
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