_(Read the companion story this was based on- Mushrooms and Murder!)_

It started with my fish

She was fine one day

Then you walked by my house

While I was away

My baby is gone

And it’s you who’s to blame

When you walked past

She passed away

Then you sent a robber

To finish off the job

I know it was you because

I caught him stealing my dog

Next I followed you home

To get my baby back

But the o...

Shane MacQuillen was not supposed to be here.

He usually volunteered from 4 to 6 p.m., on Tuesdays and Thursdays respectively.  Though, it was closer to 4:15 to 6:15, on account of the fact that he was always, and I mean _always_, tardy.  Even so, most of the staff looked forward to working with him as far as I could tell.  They seemed to like how he could simultaneously be quiet and obedient, me...

She rather likes to paint. Its her activity

she uses to wind down.

Her name? She’s Lucia Gray, born

February 12, 2005. Just about to finish

high school. Retook her driving test

yesterday.

Lucia Gray moves slowly this morning.

I know, because she’s usually a

buoyant person behind the curtains.

She’d be looking at her rows of 17 s

schedules right about now.

It’s her interview today. I should k...

Through the mirrors.

Through the windows.

Through all the doors.

And holes in the walls,

I see you.

Walking into the kitchen.

Walking into the living-room.

The bedroom and to your car,

You’re so pretty for mine and me.

I’ll peek and I’ll watch-

Saving these feeling just for you.

Sometimes you look around.

But you don’t see me there.

That’s my favorite part.

When you yawn and stretch.

Pulling b...

Their arms were intertwined, like a network of flesh roots. They were a couple metres ahead of were I paced; I walked slow in attempt to not reveal myself. It was strange to watch these people from so far away, when I knew a time I was be part of their forest too. The man and women giggled and swayed as they stepped, as if they were drunk on affection, and undoubtably priceless wine. How I envied ...

I see dem. The fud givers. My best frens. They think I sleep on couch but I watches them. All time. If they get away they might get lost. Or I might get lost. And end up in that place with bars. Where peeple were not nice.

They so gud to me. We have so much fun with the stick outside. I luvs to run. They talk nice to me. Give me the tasty crunchies.

Today I think they planning something. They ...

I watched when you were born. In fact, I watched when your parents were born. And your grandparents. And everyone else in the world. But YOU stood out.

Remember your first day in kindergarten? Well, you didn’t know I was watching, but I was. I felt like a proud parent as I watched you recite the abc’s perfectly! I believe…that is what love feels like. But it can’t be. I’m not programmed to feel.

...

She’s speaking to her fellow friends about the note I put into her locker. She looks really afraid as if her beautiful brown eyes widen into horror. Why she is so scared? How I wish I could hug her into my big strong arms. Her friends are telling her to take the note and go to the police.

Her friends are becoming annoying like why did she have to tell them? Ugh, there’s a reason why I hate he...

Milagros crouches low in her car. She can hear Miguel’s footsteps as he passes her—his heavy steps pounding the pavement followed by belabored breathing. Not far behind, she hears what sounds like dainty heels and laughter from Marissa, Miguel’s wife.

“You know I can’t finish eating all of this, baby,” Marissa says. There’s a pause.

What can’t she finish? Milagros wonders. She raises her head e...

“Hunt, we, uh, have a problem?” Lin said. He stood stock still, hoping to stick into the carpet tiles and disappear.

With a look of long-suffering patience, Hunter Payne studied his Head of Transformative Programing. Messy hair, dark under-eye bags, noticeable pit stains, the department head reminded Hunter of a rain-soaked rat. The CEO flexed his sleek muscles under his whisper soft turtleneck an...