Chapter 5

Four days before my death.

Wearing a red dress, I was shaking like a leaf in the alley.

“Act natural,” came Dexter’s voice through the earpiece.

I walked back and forth from one end of the alley to the other, but no shady characters in sight.

“Dexter, maybe the killer Isn’t Into her, eh?”

“Ha–ha, even a murderer has standards.”

The laughter of Dexter and his cronies echoed in my earpiece.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I crouched on the ground. For a moment, I was dying for a good

cry.

That night, I didn’t manage to balt the killer.

They didn’t let up on me, though.

death. I was back pacing Flare Alley at night. Still no

me, “Phoebe, my bad. I got it mixed up. It wasn’t Flare Alley but Tangle Lane where the stalking happened. Dexter

went to Tangle Lane after my shift.

really

I think someone’s behind me.” I was freaking out, calling

was their goofing around. Nobody was listening. Something felt

Dexter.

drop dead? Did you get Melody yesterday and tell her we’re engaged to get her

I stopped

hands came out of nowhere, covering my mouth and nose.

phone slipped from my grasp. I struggled but it was all in

of

found myself stashed in a big wooden crate, the kind for fragite china with slits that let me see

in. I saw a tall fours in a hoodie enter

hair. Even with strands covering half of his

appropriate

features and ghostly skin, he was

I didn’t dare make

he seemed to be searching for something. Then he picked up an ave

in fear and cautiously climbed out

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