Please Tell Me by Mike Omer EPUB & PDF

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• Author: Mike Omer
• Language: English
• Genre: Serial Killer Thrillers
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Kathy limped alongside the road in the dark, hugging her doll to her chest.
The doll was scared, because of the shadows, which was why Kathy
clutched her so tightly. Sometimes, when you’re scared, the only thing that
helps is a hug.
It had started raining a while ago. Stinging drops that pelted her face
and soaked her ripped pajamas. The doll was cold and wet. So was Kathy.
Kathy’s feet hurt. She was barefoot. She remembered that once, long
ago, she’d used to have shoes. She’d wear her shoes when she went outside
to play. But those shoes were a distant memory, hazy and confusing. She
remembered she sometimes didn’t like to put her shoes on. She’d argue
with Mommy about it. Which now seemed strange. Kathy would have
loved to have shoes.

She hadn’t worn shoes for so long. For weeks . . . or months . . . she
wasn’t sure. Maybe even a year.
It was hard to decide where to step. If she walked on the road, the
rough asphalt hurt her soles. Walking on the grass to the side of the road
was easier, but when she did that earlier, a thorn sank into her heel. She
cried and had to stop and take it out, which hurt really bad. The doll kissed
Kathy’s foot where it hurt, but it didn’t help much.

By now, after walking for so long, both her feet felt raw. She sat down
under a streetlight and looked at the bottom of her feet and saw that the skin
of her soles was peeling, and there was blood.
But she couldn’t stop for long. So she stood up and kept walking.
Sometimes, bad men could follow a trail of blood. Kathy knew that.
She’d seen it happen. She stepped in the running water at the side of the
road and let it churn around her ankles, washing the blood away. Her teeth
chattered, and she shivered. She was so cold.
Sometimes when people were too cold, they could freeze and die.
She started walking again.

The houses around her were big and rectangular and scary. They
didn’t look like hers at all. She still remembered her home, even though
she’d been gone for so long. It had a nice yard, and a white fence, and a red
roof, and during Christmas, Daddy would put little blinking lights all over
the house.

She wanted to tell her doll about the house, but when she tried, the
words didn’t come. They got all confused in her mind, and then they melted
away, like they always did. So instead she clutched the doll tighter to her
chest and kept walking. She needed to leave those scary buildings behind
her.

Sometimes, when little girls walked around scary buildings at night,
bad things happened to them. Kathy knew that.
There was a noise. A loud roar. Kathy tensed and whirled around, and
it was getting hard to breathe because she knew what that noise was, she’d
heard it before and now she could see it, the gaping wound, the screams of
pain, and the blood was running, so much blood, and she shut her eyes and
crouched, covering her ears, but even then she could still see it, and she
couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, the shrieking . . .
The noise faded away

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