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The Entangled One
A Ghostly Awakening
Michael sat in the dark, lit only by the laptop screen. His room looked like it hadn’t seen daylight in days. Crumpled papers, half-drunk coffee cups, stale air thick enough to choke on. He hadn’t eaten. Barely moved. But he kept checking the news. Over and over.
His fingers hovered above the keyboard. One last refresh. The headline hit him like a gut punch.
“Unidentified woman found dead on Eastwood Road. Authorities suspect robbery gone wrong. No arrests yet.”
Michael wiped his palms on his jeans. They were soaked. His throat felt tight.
The phone rang.
Once.
Twice.
No answer.
“Come on, Diego, pick up…” he muttered, jaw tight.
Still nothing. He stared at the clock. It was already past noon.
He hit the record button and held the phone close to his mouth, voice low and unsteady.
“Hey, what are you doing? Why aren’t you answering your phone? Remember we killed that girl last night? There’s news about it. Luckily, since we took her mobile and laptop, the news is saying some thieves must have killed her.”
