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CHAPTER : 37
"Lizzie! Lizzie where are you?" The adrenaline coursing through my veins was making me more hysteric than usual.
I wanted to find her.
I needed to find her.
The drawers in the kitchen were haphazardly opened and I took the chance to pick out the sharpest knife I could find.
"Lizzie! Where are you? I know you are here. Come on out." My cautious footsteps made the wooden floorboard creak painfully as my eyes darted from one side to the other. Trying to catch any movement.
I went to the living room only to find the burnt ashes in the fireplace and an ignored mug of coffee which has been left cold and untouched for what seems like a long time.
I stroked the curtain away from the window and tried to look for any signs of life outside but the slowly drifting snow falling on the heaps of unkempt bushes was the only movement visible in the full moon night. The house was awfully quiet and the tension around was so intense that I was unable to f
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