'A serial killer is on the loose' are words that a person never wants to hear. It's even worse when said person has to face it, standing on the front line.
Nineteen-year-old Arya Moore, a hodophile who is always up for an adventure has to face the m...
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I almost dropped my phone in shock and turned behind to see him, Logan, my dad's friend. I had a million questions for him, starting with why he'd kill his own daughter. But before I could get another word in he spoke up.
"You kids shouldn't be here," He said trying his best to sound menacing, but didn't succeed.
"What are you doing here?" I squeaked. I was so scared, this place was probably his lair and he likely had weapons here which he was going to use to kill us.
The lights were turned on, and I covered my eyes with my hand. Apparently, Taylor had no problem seeing because she was standing in front of me with a pocket knife in hand the next thing I knew. Logan also took out a weapon, a gun!
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I knew neither Taylor nor I stood a chance with a man with a gun. My legs were trembling in fear, I decided that I needed to do something, so I ran to the switches and turned the lights off. I tugged Taylor's shirt and pulled her out of the room.
"We have to get out of here!" I exclaimed. We both ran towards the door, followed by Logan.
I glanced back to see that he had abandoned his gun, so I stopped running and turned behind.
"Why did you kill Olivia?" I asked.
"What are you talking about?" He asked looking puzzled.
"Don't play dumb!" I yelled.
"I didn't kill anyone!" He said.
"Then why do you have a lair filled with weapons?" I asked.
"Forget you saw me here, or you'll regret it!" He said and left through the back exit.
I stood there not knowing what to do next.
"What should we do now?" I asked in a shaky voice.
"We call the cops on him of course," She said pulling her phone out of her pocket.
"No, don't do that," I said.
"Why not?" She asked looking frustrated.
"That man- Logan said we'd regret doing something like this," I said.
