chaspat

Parallell to the music I hear a shocked voice repeatedly: "Who is dead? Who is dead? Who is dead?" I get the view from above of a woman with halflong black hair naked disposed in a crouched sitting position in a plastic bag under the outdrawn desk bench, like a garbage thing place. wow, i thought, at last some paranormal shit. If I continue I'm gonna solve crimes. Then I can write a book.