Cynthia Miller Murder

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Cynthia Miller. She hasn’t heard anyone utter her name in years. she milled around, wandering the empty halls of Elk Grove Academy. She knows that she’s invisible, unknown, in her own bubble of a world. No one could see Cynthia, she was a ghost. Cynthia Miller was murdered in the academic institute of Elk Grove. The murder was reported to be at around three forty pm, forty minutes after students are released from school. Cynthia was found with stab wounds in the woman’s restroom along with signs of a struggle. That’s almost the only thing Cynthia remembers from being alive, the day she was murdered. She wished she could know who it was, but the person made their move long before she could even react to the situation, she remembers tossing around …show more content…

She was late to lunch, like usual her teacher from the class before lunch wanted to speak with her. Usually she just wanted to speak with Rebecca about her grades or if she felt like she was doing okay in class. She stopped by the bathroom to freshen up. Rebecca stopped by the mirror, looking at her reflection, her deep brown eyes, short slicked up black hair, and the piercings on her lips and eyebrow. After splashing some water on her face and wiping the water off with a paper towel. Sighing contently, Rebecca turned around. Her eyes widened, her lips parting in shock. Falling to the floor, she inched away from the pale blue, or maybe white, could it be purple figure in front of her. Not only was the pigment of this figure alarming but the person in front of her had deep black holes for eyes and no legs, it wasn’t helping that she could see right past the …show more content…

It’s rude to ask someone what they are. If you really must now, I’m a ghost and I think I’ve been here long enough to not be patronized by someone who isn’t even supposed to be able to see me!” The words rushed from her mouth like a waterfall, she has never had to deal with a situation like this before and it was very unnerving. After Rebecca had some time to soak in the ghost’s nervous rambling she raised an eyebrow. Ghosts? Those aren’t even real. They’re just some made up monster to scare kids with on Halloween night. But maybe… This is a ghost, and for her whole life when she was being skeptic towards ghosts even being a possibility while one was right

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