All Chapters of The Midnight Club Murders: Chapter 11 - Chapter 18

ALL I DID WAS RUN.Sweat dripped down my temples and stung my dry eyes as the piercing darkness of the alleys came rushing at me. Its footsteps lacked faster and faster in a tempo so horrifying that it was about to swallow me raw.Guilt-stricken minds felt nothing but fear today.As I ran and ran, I snatched a look from my peripherals to see a horrifying vision so clear and distinct that I could not have been mistaken. It was the decaying body of my sister coming at me at lightning speed, rotting flesh flying through the breeze created by her run. Her mouth gaped open like the blackness of the abyss of the ocean trench and her left eye dangled down like a swinging pendulum, leaving a hole in her skull that seemed as if it was staring back at me with a menacing glare. Her hair flew in strands all over the place as it decayed from her scalp and the wind blew them away, leaving a bruised brown spot like a chemother

THE WHITE CLOUDS in the heavens were smeared with a dirty pale color that it overcast grey shadows all over the town as if a storm is brewing.The air was thirstily dry that day. Meanwhile, somewhere across the grey suburbia, in a high-end apartment complex sitting in the heart of town, Isaac felt the slippery satin covering of the lush chair he slumped on—trying so hard not to make his gasps for air audible.“So, what seems to be the problem, son,” a woman in her late-40s with dusty bobbed hair asked while tugging her white coat. She sat on a faux leather, filthy red recliner chair opposite where Isaac was slumped.“I did not come here for therapy. I just need the prescription,” he replied, about to be anno

THE THREE FOUND THEMSELVES running through wild bushes and creeping shrubs; not away from the sound but into it, fueled by an adamant Agatha much to the dismay of the other two.The sun seemed to disappear from the morning skies as they delved and dived deeper through the crevices of the forest ground. Drooping bamboo and the roofs of trees hindered the light from them. As the forest swallowed the three, the trail only got darker and rockier and the humming sound grew louder and bellowed even more.Mickey screamed at the top of his lungs, “I THINK WE’RE ALMOST THERE, OH MY GOD!”Isa, Agatha, and Mickey were panting louder than ever, almost gasping for air.The trail winded down a narrow curve between two opposing chunks of dark granite rock. The dirt path abruptly stopped in front of a large boulder painted with streaks of dri

ISA FOUND HERSELF COMING BACK to Christie Claricel's bedroom. Somehow, it felt like home.One evening, while cooking homemade ramen, Noel Marie came home donning the strong, pungent smell of whiskey."Isa make me coffee," he said in a slurred speech, on the verge of passing out.Isa rolled her eyes, "Why are you drunk again?""Coffee.""Will you please answer the question?""Rude fucking bitch. I said, GO MAKE ME COFFEE!""WHY ARE YOU FUCKING DRUNK AGAIN?"In a fit of rage, Noel pulled Isa by her