I must hurry! I ran along the corridor, running, running. I didn't stop, they couldn't, they couldn't. The piece of paper almost fell out of my hand, twice, but that didn't stop me. I clutched the paper, and ran.
But the lights flickered.
I was too late.
I collapsed to my knees and sobbed.
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Murder Riddles
RandomHighest Ranking #1 in Short Story... A collection of murder, theft, and other riddles. After reading these, you'll be able to say; it was Prof. Plum in the living room with the lead pipe. Do not try these at home! I have not made these up myself...
