Still Alive

"Run! Get out of here quickly, you must stay alive!"With a trembling voice, a middle-aged woman who could no longer stand held her ten-year-old daughter by the hands. She placed the white gold necklace between her tiny hands, momentarily ignoring the pain piercing through her body from the bloody cuts on her legs."I don’t forbid you to cry, Emma. But get out of here, don't die!" She barked in a low but expressive voice."No! I can’t live without you, Mom," the girl’s sobs were still restrained.She was under a table near the main door of her house. Meanwhile, her mother was reclining, writhing in pain and continuing to persuade her daughter to leave there.It was Emma's birthday that night, and they were waiting for their Dad, who promised to bring a birthday cake. How ever, instead a tall man came and suddenly slashed his mother's back with a knife."Hey, can you two still talk?" A voice that suddenly came from the kitchen alerted the middle-aged woman.With all his might, She made

Second day after his death. The Grim Reaper didn't reappear, though there were many things William wanted to ask. Like, what should he know about her death? What should he do and who should he suspect? William really hoped the grim reaper would tell him.If he really died in a fatal accident, the news of his death should still be on television, in newspapers or on Internet portals. However, he only found one piece of news about his death, which said that William was too drunk after returning home from a party. He crossed the road without looking back until he was badly hit by a truck and died instantly.Thats it.After that, White Horse also did not publish any more articles about it. Even if it was a major accident, it was only on the second day after his death. The news still needs to be hot and discussed by the public. What's more, given William's position, which always attracts attention in the office, there should be many condolence articles from the most famous newspaper company

“People always have hope, maybe even a different one. Meanwhile, hope always comes with despair. Because when they don't get what they want, only disappointment remains. Whether in life or death. Other things being equal, hope is mortal. Hope is a destructive thing."***The man cuked at his appearance in front of the mirror in the room. William has decided to go out today, he will do anything, and look for anything that will lead him to find the cause of death. William was determined to come to the White Horse office to find a riddle that he might have solved.William slightly bends down and then leans his face closer to the mirror, he rubs his own chin and then smiles."Even though I've become a demon, I still look good," he said proudly. "Too bad I didn't know life was so short." A second later, he straightened back, and the prem took a short breath. He gazed at the reflection of himself from head to toe. Today William is wearing a black suit, even with glasses and a black hat th

The atmosphere that night was very quiet. Moreover, in a small lane that will lead pedestrians to a public cemetery or residential buildings. There is only the sound of crickets and wild cats that always dominate every night. The streets are always gloomy, because there are more trees and old walls than street lampposts. There is only one very minimal lighting on the main turn. This is also very bad.The groans were clearly audible at the fork in the road. Emma, ​​who had just come from work, stopped at an intersection, tried to find where the sound was coming from. His steps were slow, his eyes looked observantly around, in which it was rather dark. And in a matter of seconds, the woman immediately hid behind a high wall.Right next to the bushes growing at the gates of the public cemetery. The tall figure that he often noticed in the office no longer smiled at him with a sweet smile, as usual. The man's eyes were wet with tears, his face was bruised, and there was a stab wound on th