Mass Murder

Mass Murder

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She looked up from her tea and quickly wiped her face with the sleeve of her sweater, as if she was trying to hide the fact she was crying seconds prior. "Brody...", her voice sounded hoarse . "Tell me I'm wrong-", I begged. "Please." She jumped up and ran to me, pulling me into a tight hug. I instantly burst into tears, not able to control how loudly I was starting to get. She pulled away from me, looking into my eyes. "Everything will be alright. Justin and I will see to it-", her voice was shaking. "-it's hard losing a parent, but we're here, okay? We will get through this." Nineteen year old Brody O'connor's life is turned upside after his fathers freak accident death. Horrific things start happening all over town. People are dying and it all seems linked together. Was Sheriff O'Conners death really an accident?
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