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[Agent23]

Glen elder, Kansas, 9:28Am

Margeret woke up as she normally did, a shower, brushing her teeth, and putting on her bathrobe to go down and wake the kids. She did so as silently as she could so as to not wake Howard. Poking her head into her kids room to wake them up they all stirred and whined. All per usual, continuing on she started the coffee, and began working on breakfast. Sure enough the kids came out when they smelled the Food, but howard was still upstairs. Thinking he was probably slow to rise she made the kids plates, then her and howards. After everything was set she went up to get howard out of bed. "howard you get up this instan..." her words were cut short when she saw the puddle of blood beneath the bed, in a panicked frenzy she ripled the sheet off of the bed...
And her blood curdling shreik filled the air.​

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[Tara19]

Wow what a good plot

 

[spacient]

Agent23

Another day, another monster to smash - that was Frankie's tired mantra that she thought up on the fly not two seconds ago as she sat down at a table in a local cafe, sipping on something that tasted closer to a milkshake than actual coffee. She was tired, getting no more than four hours of sleep last night off the side of the road in her car. She was too tired to find a room last night after wrestling with a zombie and his necrophilic lover - the memory made her shiver. She's been a hunter for a few years - not nearly that experienced - but she's seen enough and worked hard enough that she could write an entire set of novels of just stories of her travels. Too bad some asshole already took that idea.

She pulled out her laptop from its bag and connected to the WIFI, and instantly she pulled up a page news articles found based on an algorithm of keywords, popularity, and some other things the didn't really give a rat's ass about. She wasn't the one who set it up, a friend did it for her, she just happened to reap the benefits. This made her job of looking for new "cases" so much easier than digging through newspapers because she could search all across the country. For now, she did a search within the immediate 50-mile radius, and found a story in Glen Elder where a man was found dead in a pool of his own blood despite no forced entry to the house, and wife and kids appeared clean and innocent.

She chuckled softly - probably a witch. Witches were common enough, especially if they were involved in a coven. Not all of them were, it was just more common to be a part of one. Usually her hunches were right - so she finished her coffee-milkshake, closed the laptop, and headed to her car to drive for her next hunt