| emma’s pov |
I shook the newspaper in my hands, not believing what I just read.
“YOUNG MAN KILLED IN HIS OWN CAR,” the header said.
Originally, I wasn’t affected by this, but once I read the bottom, my mouth flew wide open, and long-forgotten fear build up inside of me.
“A 23 year-old man, by the name of Ethan Smith, was found dead in his Lamborghini Murcielago, a known luxury sports car, yesterday night.”
The first sentence taunted me, as if the letters I received were about Ethan. And soon enough, I was next in line. I continued reading, though I held my breath from fright.
“The authorities say that he was choked to death, observing from the marks on his neck.”
Choked to death? Wasn’t that a bit similar to hanging? You’re… you’re choking yourself there, right?
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