The televisheni was screaming in the corner, declaring that a body had been found near the railway tracks, another life stolen from this world kwa a man playing god. I tossed a piece of paper into the trash, the drawing of Dracula ruined kwa the slip of my pen when I'd heard the word "Murder" on the television. I'd always loved the stories of serial killers on televisheni and I could tell kwa the decapitated body that this was just the beginning.
Pushing my hands up through my hair, I stood and walked over to the window. Cool, night air whispered through it, the sharpness of the late evening stinging...
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