Haunting-Adeline

Chapter 32
The Shadow
ibby took the fall for the murders.
A er chopping the bodies into pieces and loading them in the trunk,
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we sat on the hood of my Mustang, where I was once again reminded
just how broken this doll actually is. Sounds like her father was a piece of
shit.
Can’t help but muse over the fact that she has a reason to end up the
way she did and I… don’t.
Just as I was ge ng into my car, the cops pulled up. Sibby refused to get
in, insis ng that she needed to stay with her henchmen. Men who don’t
actually fucking exist.
And I didn’t have me to stay and argue. I had chopped up pieces of
body parts in my trunk and needed to not only get away from the police
but dispose of the evidence without ge ng caught.
So, I le . The police chased me for five miles before I lost them. I have
backup license plates on hand, so once I got to a safe area, I changed my
plates and clothing, burnt the evidence, and drove home.
There are one hundred and sixty-two people in Sea le with the same
make and model, but they’ll never be able to pin anything on me even if
they magically narrowed it down to me.
In the end, the police pinned the murders on a mentally unstable girl
and an unknown accomplice. I figured the Society would look into the
crime and find an unknown accomplice suspicious. Enough to up and
move.
But a er looking into Sibby myself, I found that she was born into a
fucked-up cult and wanted for the murder of her father.
Her father rivaled Jim Jones, spou ng about being God’s disciple and
tricking hundreds of people into believing in his word.