Who Killed Who?

Who Killed Who?

  • WpView
    LECTURAS 18
  • WpVote
    Votos 0
  • WpPart
    Partes 1
WpMetadataReadContenido adultoContinúa<5 mins
WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación mié, jun 26, 2019
It was a normal day of high school, and Jasmine was hanging out with her friends in the library. It started raining and thundering and the lights went out. As the lights went out a loud girlish scream and then as the lights when back on a big pool of blood was seen in the library. Weeks went by and no one could find out who killed who. Ah, the childish game we used to play in the middle school through high school when we had a free period. Oh how we talked about who's in a mansion or a house and who gets murdered, but no one usually finds out who is the murdered. Police asked everyone in the school what happened, but no one knew what happened. More weeks went on and Jasmine got kidnapped by a bunch of people with masks and she hasn't been seen since. Everyone is now looking for Jasmine. Where could she be?
Todos los derechos reservados
Únete a la comunidad narrativa más grandeObtén recomendaciones personalizadas de historias, guarda tus favoritas en tu biblioteca, y comenta y vota para hacer crecer tu comunidad.
Illustration

Quizás también te guste

  • INSIGHT ON MAI DIARY
  • House Of Horrors
  • Seven Deadly Sins
  • One by one
  • Heart
  • Goodnight
  • His Sweet Lies
  • Faded Memories
  • Haunted School
  • The Elites

The "Please..." I hear her whimper and I go into full panic mode. "Calm down, okay? Deep breaths. Don't hang up. I'll be with you soon. Where are you?" I rush as I grab the car key sitting on the glass table. I run into the garage with my dad behind me. "What do you need?" Dad asks "A room. A big one." He runs back inside as I hear her voice again. "Basement...blood...Elle..." I hear sounds of movement in the background and connect the dots. Elle's bleeding, or something... "Deep breaths baby, deep breaths. It's okay, you're okay" I murmur reassuring words to her, thankful that there's no traffic. Several thoughts run through my mind as I drove to her house. The last time we spoke, she could barely stand me, but now she's calling me. I feel kinda used, but now's not the time to think about that. I reach her house in a matter of minutes and shove the door open. The house is quiet, save for my heavy breathing and footsteps. I reach the basement and take in the sight in front of me. Blair cradles her brutally beaten-up sister in her lap as she rocks herself back and forth blinking very frequently. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Currently being edited Look out for cringe worthy typos and plot loopholes

Más detalles
WpActionLinkPautas de Contenido