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It’s an odd feeling dying, but for Bartholomew it was weirder seeing his own dead body through the mirror in his living room with the killer still sitting next to it. He picks up the phone next to him and dials his home number.
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What was even weirder than seeing his own dead corpse in front of him, was the voice that answered the line as he placed the phone to his right ear.
Well, if you could call a screeching static wrecking havoc on his ear a voice. Immediately, he dropped the phone, seething in pain through his teeth, clasping his hand over his ear, glaring at the offending phone.
The ringing in his ear subsided a...