I'm mentally ill
It's hard to describe what I feel
I begin to remember those shadow people said
"Stay inside or you will get killed"
Why they were surrounding me?
Are they're going to murder me?
I'm begging them to set me free
But they keep whisper to me
I know what's behind their faces
It reminds me my previous cases
When I was a child
I always lied
That I don't want to cry
Now I'm growing old
Rebelling what they told
Right now
I become what they behold
These shadow people
They keep whisper
Portraying the fear
And I'll be in tear
Why they were surrounding me?
Are they're going to murder me?
I'm begging them to set me free
But they keep
The Phantom Files Case 1 (Part 1) by The-Knight-Writer, literature
Literature
The Phantom Files Case 1 (Part 1)
“Why do you have all this old stuff?” LeeAnne asked, as she shoved dusty boxes out of her way. The wooden floor creaked under her feet as she inched through the attic. Ollie was behind her, sorting through objects in an old cardboard box. “I mean, half of it you’d probably never use anymore.”
“I don’t use this stuff…but I like to hold onto things. Hard to let go, ya know?” Ollie smirked. “Like look at this! It’s my old baseball glove.” Ollie pulled out a glove and dusted it off, putting his hand inside and stretching his fingers in it. “Maybe sometime we should pl
The Phantom Files (Prologue cont.) by The-Knight-Writer, literature
Literature
The Phantom Files (Prologue cont.)
Ollie sat down across from his partner at the booth in the bar. She was laying with her head on the table, a beer bottle in her weary hand and her other arm draped under her face to hide it under her mane of raven black hair. Ollie sighed and lifted his own bottle to his lips. This was his only drink of the night…someone had to drive home after all. But LeeAnne was already on her 5th bottle.
“That’s enough, Richie…”
“Oh it’s RICHIE now huh!?” LeeAnne snapped, lifting her head only to take another gulp of beer. Her cheeks were a little red and her eyes were clearly drooping. “Earlier it
The Phantom Files (Prologue) by The-Knight-Writer, literature
Literature
The Phantom Files (Prologue)
The blue and red lights lit up the night in a wretched and ominous symphony of flashes. There were no less than 4 police cars surrounding the jewelry store, and 7 different police officers talking to witnesses, victims, and the manager of the store. Only a few minor items had been stolen…but the worst crime of all was the woman behind the counter, where blood dripped like a trickling stream. She was about 30 years old, blonde hair and pale brown eyes. Her eyes were still wide open and her mouth slightly agape. She lay upon a pool of blood, her hands stained red with it, and a bullet wound in the front of her skull. Her lovely yellow car