"Dean." She violently shook her husband awake.
"Yeah sweetie?" rubbing his eyes, waking up.
"We're not in Queens." She said, this time there's a clear panic in her voice. Squinting, Dean the Husband, verify it by looking out his window.
The husband knocked hard on the metal screen dividing them from him. But he pretended not to hear. He just looked at them through the rearview mirror. His eyes dark with malice. That made the husband more crazed and started banging the screen division. The wife is already sobbing and banging the door and window in her side, while screaming "Help! Help us...Please".
But no one is going to help them. There's no one who can hear them here. And the doors? They are completely locked up. Child Locks. Very convenient. It made him smile widely.
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This might be just another serial killer type of story. Those weird f*cks. But then again it might not be.
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Just a ministory. A practice for my other serial killing prose.
When Jane Madarang's neighbor Natalie kills herself and leaves behind cryptic instructions, it's up to Jane and her classmates to unearth deadly secrets.
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Natalie Driscoll is dead.
She threw herself out a window and left her neighbor Jane to unravel their town's darkest secrets. Following Natalie's instructions leads Jane to three other high school students who all have something to hide. The four of them must carry out Natalie's final errand while solving the mysteries written in her diary. But the secrets they unearth may be far more dangerous than what they ever imagined.
Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains scenes of suicide, violence and murder that may be triggering for some readers.
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