Gone on My Sister's Death Anniversary
I died beneath the Ferris wheel. The killer took a photo of the Ferris wheel and sent it to my mother.
'Mom, I want to ride the Ferris wheel with you too,' wrote the killer.
In my mother's voice message, her tone was filled with hatred as she replied, "How dare you ask to ride the Ferris wheel with me when you killed your own sister? Why won't you just die?!"
As she wished, I was dead. However, what she didn't know was that the one who killed me was my so-called dead sister.
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