Knock. Knock.
Knock. Knock.
“I’m coming!” I shouted as I raced to answer the door, only to find my boyfriend, Alex Collins, standing on the doorstep.
“We have to leave town.” He states,
“Hello to you too,”
“I’m serious.”
I roll my eyes, “Okay, I’ll grab my stuff.”
As I’m about to walk upstairs, I overhear a news reporter say, “We are sad to report that Alex Collins, 19, was found dead an hour ago...”
A shiver runs down my spine as I turn back to Alex. If the news reporter said Alex is dead, then who is standing on my doorstep?
by Ellie S Fiander
A mysterious and intriguing story.
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