“Where are you taking me?”
They told me I dodged a bullet. They told me I must have had a guardian angel looking after me.
The line was still connected while my caller was attacked, and what I heard for the next 30 seconds made me puke at my desk.
Every time I use it now, I’ll always have that thought in the back of my mind, what if it happens again.
My arms and legs began to sway back and forth in the casket that I laid in. White satin linens held my body, the body that this man thought was deceased.
“She’s going to be a hot and fast sale.”
We were a safe neighborhood.
I felt my chest cave in at the sight.
The government has put everyone that has worked on this case on a gag order. They are afraid that if word gets out, there will be mass hysteria. That’s why I’m writing on here to warn you.
You could be next.