Who is Jessica Bell? Read on to try and find out…if you dare
“She’s gone,” I cried, running carelessly up the creaky basement stairs. If I wasn’t careful, I could trip and break my neck.
“Who?” Penny asked. My niece had been ignoring my frantic behaviour for the past half hour, but she finally broke her silence.
“Jessica,” I said. “She’s just… gone.”
There are rumours that I keep a writer trapped in my basement, chained to a chair, writing stories by candlelight in her own blood on dirty yellowed parchment, but I assure you, those rumours are exaggerations, darlings. Jessica is and always was here of her own free will. She’s a strange one, I’ll give you that, but I didn’t abuse her. You have to believe me.
“Where would she go?” Penny wondered. “I mean, does she have any family, or friends, or…”
I looked at Penny as if to ask what she was thinking, or rather, to remember who…
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