Traces, Part Eight

I was right. This is definitely not going well. “You mean, a guy in a hat, eye mask, and a cloth around his mouth…attacked both you and Samantha Day?” one of the cops asks, a blonde woman who looks at me as though I’m chewed gum underneath her shoe. The other cop is a guy … Continue reading Traces, Part Eight

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Traces, Part Seven

I think I regain consciousness when everything is shaking and bouncing. The world is really fuzzy though. I hear a lot of people talking and fussing, and the sound of machinery. My eyelids flutter open. There are a lot of faces and flashing lights that are bright enough to make me visibly cringe. An ambulance. … Continue reading Traces, Part Seven

Traces, Part 3

The text Sammy sends me only reads: I think I have a link. I can only guess what this means. Me: What are u talking about? Sammy: Between Angela and Jack's deaths. And now Whitney's. I groan and roll my eyes, lifting my phone to my forehead. Ever since Whitney Johnson died (drowning herself in a … Continue reading Traces, Part 3

Traces, Part Two

I have only gotten to the mid-way point on my English essay when the unthinkable happens.  The Internet shuts off again. The sixth. Bloody. Day. In a row. And before I saved the document!  I let out a sudden shrieking sentence filled with swear words as I tap violently at the computer uselessly, knowing that … Continue reading Traces, Part Two

Traces, Part One

There is just SOME information you could live without, which is something our new landlord, Mr. Black, seemingly can't understand. Half the information he gives me is stuff I will never tell my mother. Never. It'll only stress her out even more.  Like how the electricity goes out maybe once or twice a year and … Continue reading Traces, Part One

Summary For My Short Story Series: Traces

Author's note: As it is October, I have decided to try to write a psychological thriller that can actually be scary. Up until this point, I have mainly been writing things like mysteries. So while I want to make this at least a little scary and suspenseful, please keep in mind that this is my … Continue reading Summary For My Short Story Series: Traces

Short Story: Not My Cat

I wake up in the middle of the night to a small bundle of fluff resting on my hip. Mm. Looks like the cat’s come in early, I think to myself. I almost lean over to pat his head, but I stop myself. Either you’ll wake yourself up, or you’ll wake him up and he’ll … Continue reading Short Story: Not My Cat