I had been running for quite a while now; I was almost out of breath. I knew my killer would be coming but I didn’t have the strength to run. If only there was a way to contact someone if only I hadn’t left my phone at home. Hmm…. There was a telephone, it was at the lake over there.
Quickly I ran, I picked up the phone and dialled the first number that came to mind: 911. My head was fuzzy, I just told them all the clues I found about the serial killer;
search of skin,
color no matter,
brighter or darker,
tell no one,
I will take someone,
– ghost, me!
I would have said more but he was here now. Once again I picked up my pace and ran; leaving behind the telephone by the lake.
The Icognito Writer | Copyright 2017: In response to IBMC #06 – The Mass Media