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A Short Story : The Story Of The Story?

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“We could split up and search the house once more to see what we could find,” I announced as I look deeply into his bright blue eyes. “Sounds like a perfect idea Eva. And if we find any other notes, we must shout the other's name immediately so we can look at it together, do you understand.” “Yes Emery. Now let's get started before we run out of time,” I tell him with tears blurring my vision. I wrap him in a hug, using all the strength that I have. Then Emery and I start running frantically around the house in search of another clue or hopefully the secret room described in the note still in my hand. After hours of searching I find another note from the killer. “EMERY COME QUICK! I FOUND ANOTHER NOTE!” I screamed as loud as I could. “Eva! Where did you find the note?” He asked “I found it on the top of this chest filled with our shoes.” “So what does the note say?” He asked “Oh I forgot. It says, Don't stop, don't give up. Move the chest to uncover what you want to see. Follow the tunnel to the end to see a very best friend. But hurry, tick tock, the clock has almost stopped. Truly Yours, The Killer.” Once again my heart started to pound in my throat furiously as if the little drummer boy was living inside me. When I was finished reading the note, I shoved it into the back pocket of my jeans to save if I ever needed it later. “Come on. We got to get this chest out of our way so we can get to where we need to go,” I tell Emery as I start

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