The Mystery on Irondale Street
"Sorry, he's not here right now", she says, standing by the door, in front of me.
"But where is he then?" I ask.
"Come with me and I'll show you", she adds.
"Don't go with her", I tell myself, as my rational part would say. But I wasn't feeling too rational. So this is how I ended up on Irondale Street.
-11:17 p.m. -
It was obvious that she hid the evidence.
"Where are you from?" I ask, trying to discover more about the girl I was spending probably my last night with.
She lights up a cigarette, but after a few minutes she throws it away without answering.
"Soo... where is he? Stop trying to avoid my questions!" I tell her, now angry because of the way she acts.
"Look, kiddo. If you want to find out anything about that coworker you have from the police, you'd better be nice to me" she says, with an evil smile on her face, in the dark.
I didn't realise when midnight arrived and how beautiful he Moon was. Full. But a storm was coming. And I started to have a bad feeling. My body was shaking. I felt a bad smell. I almost fell. Then, I saw it. In flesh and bones. The corpse of Robert Fallen, my coworker for 15 years.
I look around me. It was breathtaking.
She was gone.
- The End -
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