Midnight Rendezvous-Entry 26

Things had turned for the worse.

This time, a baby from 3rd floor and a teen from 9th floor was involved.

And the worse part was that death was involved in it too.

The boys in blue came again and it was all-out riot for these people. Death of a teen was one thing, but a baby missing was a whole new issue altogether.

Not something the lazy-ass boys in blue want to have their conscience on.

They assigned this guy called Harrigon to head this case, interrogating the neighbourhood, questioning the locals, that sorta thing. I went under his scrutiny as well, but I knew to keep a low profile and answer civilly and briefly as I should.

If he hadn't seen me clean the pool, he'd prolly wouldn't have noticed or thought of questioning me anyway. That's how low key I am. I can go around unnoticed if I want to, though sometimes if I want it too much, the low key would be gone faster than I expect it to be.

Besides, the last thing I'd want him to know is that I think it may have something to do with some internet viral boogeyman.

He'd think I'm the one doing all the killing and kidnapping, not the Thin and Pale.

I mean…Naw, that's silly…

I couldn't have brought a fake monster to life now, could I?

It has always been fake from Day 1, and we know it.

But all this started coz I moved in here…

That's impossible…

Right?

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