Whispers From The Grave

Whispers From The Grave

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My name is Blaire Ivory Halston and I'm the sole survivor of the white rose killer in Alderburgh Heights. ~ I should've died that night. Four months after my abduction. Four months after I survived his first attack. Four months after his last victim. Four months of waiting for my own death. But he left me in that wheat field with his signature white rose between my lips, and walked away, failing to notice I was still breathing. Now, I'm alive and healing, attempting to regain my life back while hardships are thrown my way left and right. All because my survival shook the town and made a huge break in the five year investigation against this monster. My injuries were lethal. I shouldn't have lived that night. But I did. And I'm determined to take down the monster who's leaving bodies all over town. He may have broken me down into tiny pieces until there was nothing left of me to pick up, but I'm going to destroy his life and rattle him to the core. He's going to wish he never set his eyes on me.
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I was a victim of a serial killer-the only one who made it out alive. I was kidnapped when I was 19. Kept in a small, suffocating room with no light, no sense of time, no hope. My only companions were the screeching of rats and the silence that gnawed at my sanity slowly. I tried to escape-of course I did. But the room offered nothing. No tools, no weak points. Nothing. My captor knew this. He made sure of it. So I stopped hoping for freedom. I knew how this story would end. And when I dreamed, it was of light and voices-a cruel trick of my mind. Until one day, the dream felt different.

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