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She was the perfect baby. A fat and drooling bundle of adorableness. But while as a baby, chubby worked, when it was still there at six years old, the outlook quickly turned grim. Karen Maher

CHAPTER 8 Sam had come back to me. I ran my hands over my bald head and down the scar that ran down my neck and across my chest. I shut my eyes as I remembered that day.

CHAPTER 7 “Sam?” the familiar voice rang in my ears, “Are you alive? You’ve been dead for an hour and a half you know”

CHAPTER 6 The inspector was drunk. His cool composure had abandoned him. I felt my blood boil. How could he

CHAPTER 5 “You like him, don’t you?”, Anne did not look at me. Her usual cheerfulness was negligible. She attempted to smile.

CHAPTER 4 I met the inspector. His eyes were as stern and brown as everyone had described them. His clothes were well pressed and clean cut. I got the feeling that he had been doing this job for well over a decade. I could see it

CHAPTER 3 It had been 8 days since the inspector came for me at the shop. Two more deaths had been reported; all dismembered as the first three. Anne showed up again.

CHAPTER 2 I did not see Anne again that week after we parted ways later that morning. I was late to work. My boss glared at me for the rest of that day. I spent the whole

She checked in at the front desk, the elevator on her way to the penthouse apartments, finally with then with the guard at the doors before approaching the ornate double doors. The door opened before she had a chance to knock. He greeted