I Hate Everyone

I Hate Everyone

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Mystery
«We started dying before the snow and like the snow, we continued to fall.” My eyes weren't used to the dark yet, but I could see shadows. Shadows I did not recognise at all. I went down the stairs slow, step by step skipping the two middel steps since they made a teribble loud sound. I felt the cold breeze coming through the window and this wouldn't have bothered me if I didn't know for a fact that I had closed the window. Another noise, I headed for the kitchen when someone grabbed me from behind and held a cold hand over my mouth. My heart beat raised, I could hear my own blood flow trough my veins and then... This is Crystal's story and before it's done she will have loved, killed, outwitted, saved or betrayed those who cross her path.
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"It took me five seconds to fall. The impact on my chest jarring my body but not my mind. I suppose this is the point where your life is supposed to flash before your eyes as time itself freezes - and it did in a way. But I didn't relive my life physically like walking through an old memory, déjà vu in each step. It was a feeling, something that started in my chest and spread to my fingertips, one so unique to me that it encapsulated each significant event into one single second." For as long as May can remember one mystery has haunted her world. A dirty window before her, the grim obstructing her vision, she has lived with a loss she can't identify - that is until one rainy night. Gradually the spots of dirt May scratched at for so long wipe away with the touch of a finger. But when she looks in will she like what she sees - or will curiosity kill the cat?

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