Katherine Lang
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The Black Book
”Watch it lady!” I heard a voice shout behind me. I jumped out of the way just in time as someone flew past me on a bicycle. It was eleven at night, and I had just gotten off my evening shift at the diner. I stopped to catch my breath after being nearly run over by the jerk on the bike. That would be the icing on the cake for sure after this whopper of a year. A horn blared in the night fog and I looked up. I had instinctively jumped into the road. I dived out of the way of the incoming car and found myself in a heap of trash. This is just great. My usual luck. Almost get run over by a bike and a car all in one night. I looked at the trash around me in disgust, at least I was planning on taking a shower tonight. A small black leather bound book stuck out amongst all the garbage strewn around me. Looking closer, I realized it wasn’t garbage, but maybe the contents of someone’s purse or bag. Lipstick, make up compacts, money, among other things littered the gutter. I sat there for a moment, unsure what to do with all of it. Do I turn it into the police? I picked up the black book and flipped through it. It was filled halfway with handwriting, the beginning neat and tidy, towards the end it was more frantic and scratchy. All of it wishes.
By Katherine Lang3 years ago in Horror