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Run on Shadow's Edge

Forensic Jorge Velez is on the heels of a series of murders but the events unfolding may have already happened. His team found intertwined events, unusual evidences, strange disappearances, time lapses, and feeling of 'deja vu'. In order for them to truly find out what is happening they literally need to run towards the shadow's edge and fell 150 meters below. -------- Did he just walk inside a top secret military program? Where is Dr. Molina? What is his purpose in inviting him? The electric noise was literally raising all the hair on his arms. There were sudden huge sparks that could literally fry and it randomly  hit the floor and the tall ceiling above. What is this place? There is something massive going on and he needed to understand what this is all about. "Impressed?" A man behind him asked. It was Dr. Molina. He removed his goggles and grabbed Jorge's arms. "I could see you are in a confused state. Come inside the briefing room." Confused is an underestimation. Jorge was literally in a state of shock. Inside the briefing room, Jorge's hand was trembling as he drank a glass of water together with his medication. He needed something to calm himself down. The voices he heard in his radio, the message from Colonel Riva, and this massive thing in front of him is just too much to process in the blink of an eye. He needed to slow down. "What's going on?" Jorge's asked as Dr. Molina pore over the result of many of his experiments. "What you see is what you get Jorge. It's the real deal. A time machine." Jorge felt his breathing stopped. He heard it loud and clear. A T-I-M-E machine.

ags2020b · Sci-fi
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154 Chs

53 Forestry Lane, Thirdham

"What house are we looking for?" Susana asked Primo as they drove down Thirdham. The place was a silent neighborhood where houses were built far apart. Some houses were opulent, but the rest down the road looked disheveled with unkempt lawns.

Primo stopped at Number 53 Forestry Lane, where an old house stood.

"I think this is it," Primo replied.

Susana took Primo's notes to compare. "It doesn't look like the house you have drawn." 

Primo took the notes and tucked them inside his breast pocket. "Well, we need to investigate. Let's go."

The surroundings were unusually windy as rolls of dried leaves, and twigs rolled down the street. The trees swayed with the sudden gustiness bringing with it the detached dried leaves from its branches. Susana felt a cold chill around her shoulders, so she warmed it up with her hands.

The house was in a ramshackle state and hungry for fresh repair. 

"Does anyone really live here?" Susana asked.