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A story in which a successful business woman is obsessed with a strange man. _____ "Define phantom to me, Bella." He states, loading the gun and sitting back up in the blink of an eye. "I am an illusion. A figment of your imagination." He murmurs, bringing the the gun to my temple, he let's it rest there. "Don't talk in riddles." "Let's play a game, Bella mia." "You catch me and you get to know whatever it is that you want to know." He whispers ever so quietly, smirking slightly when I frown in confusion. "There is just one rule." He tells me, taking another step backwards before he brings his hands forward and claps twice. "You do not get to see me." As soon as he utters those words, the light in the room goes off and everything is enveloped by darkness.
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