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“I don’t believe this” I said aloud



As I walked down the abandoned street I kept going over what just happened in my mind. Did I really just kill Angie? Obviously there was something really messed up going on. I walked down the street very aware of the darkness now pressing in on me from all sides. I was lucky enough to be on the industrial side of town and there didn’t seem to be many people around. I had quite a walk to get to my apartment but I figured it wouldn’t be a good idea… Continue

It began just like any other day. It seems so insignificant now, but I think it was a Wednesday. I was out at the train switching yard doing some photography work. I worked for the states largest newspaper as a photojournalist. I was happy in my job but unfortunately it didn’t pay much so I often took small side jobs, usually doing favors for different friends doing photo work for weddings or graduation parties, but today I had the rare pleasure of working with Angela. I had known Angela for a… Continue