By Raaina Aranmolate 4 weeks ago


Mystery Prompt

When the Internet was first invented, warnings of sharing your personal information were everywhere.
Now your character knows why.
Cyber information is being used to frame innocents in extreme crime cases.


A serial killer's on the loose.

And I’m in a cubicle, barely large enough to accommodate the metal chair I’m sitting in, and the bulky detective with the sexy  eyes standing across the table from me; being questioned for his crimes.

My eyes ache and my head throbs from excessive crying.

Still, the tears don’t stop.

Last night, another body was found.

A girl – as he preferred.

Mutilated beyond recognition.

Her hair was immaculately styled – his signature.

Victim number eighteen.

Until last night, his work had been meticulous and clean.

He’d never left an evidence – not an hair or sweat or print.

Nothing for the police to work on.

Until yesterday.

A phone was found near the crime scene.

The victim’s phone.

She’d received a text from someone who’d wanted to meet her behind the mall.

Where she’d been murdered.

The police had traced the number.

It’d led them to me.

But how do I explain?

That someone had been chatting with her, pretending to be me.

Someone who knows everything about me.

That knows I’d be at the mall last night to do ' some night shopping – for the baby.’

Only one word comes to my mind – Facebook.

Asalaam alaykum wabarakatuh.

Recommended Stories:

{{item.User.FullName}} {{item.Date | preetify}}



{{sub.User.FullName}} {{sub.Date | preetify}}



Raaina Aranmolate
Other posts by the writer:
Trending Stories:
create stories


{{item.Date | preetify}}

No Notifications Here Yet