Not a single soul was awake in the house. There were only two of us; yet I felt a sense that there was another, more masculine figure in the home… Before I could think anything more, a blood-curdling shriek echoed down the hallway. My heart skipped a beat. Hannah! My body froze with fear.
She said “the doctor called and he wants to see you today at nine thirty I’m going to drive you so be ready. I said “okay”. At 9:30 we went the hospital and the doctor (whose name is bob) came and called me by myself. He said that I look normal and I replied I don’t feel normal. We did some test everything normal then this one test made everything bad.
When he realized what was going on, it was too late. The perpetrator shot him in the head and in the chest. Henry was in a coma and eventually he woke up. His wife would come to the hospital and talk to him and was very distressed. Due to the trauma of the bullets in his brain and chest, Henry experienced extreme cognitive and behavioral problems upon waking up.
This time, I quickly rolled out of my bed to dodge it and got into a defensive stance. Still wincing in pain from the first blow, I said, “That hurts, Rose! What would you do if I actually died from that? !” “It’s your fault for not waking up no matter how many times I tried to call you!” Rose replied unhappily while pouting.” Don’t tell me you forgot about what’s happening today!” “Of course not! As you can see, I’m wide awake now.
He drank to make his problems go away and he had meaningless sex to make himself feel better , but it didn’t! Curly would come for him soon but he didn't know when , he could only bide his time. As george walked down the street he noticed that it was surprisingly empty, he walked home alone with the Curly constantly on his mind. George was in the barn cleaning out the horses stables, He just couldn’t stop looking over his shoulder , he was so worried that it made him slip on the wet surface of the stable floor, he hit his head on one of the stables gates and blacked out. He awoke to a dark, barely lit room , he tried to stand up but his hands and feet were tied to the chair he was sitting on.”WHERE AM I ?
I opened the door and was surprised to see Phoebe not on the bed, but the floor. She had somehow noodled her way to the floor rug. “Child, what are you doing on the floor?” “I’m slowly decomposing on the floor!” Phoebe said perfectly sane. “Did Simon actually understand you? !” I chucked the bottle at here and laughed as she pathetically tried to roll over and failed.
Then chills and fever, which left him exhausted and prostrate. The victim experienced nausea, vomiting, back pain, soreness in his arms and legs. Perhaps bright light was too bright
Some of the evidence during the crime scene investigation proves that he committed suicide. The evidence that points to this is that his door was closed the gun in his hand belonged on the wall and it was clearly missing
My hands commenced to curl and my mouth went numb. I was in a state of semi-consciousness and could no longer run in a straight line. I somehow meandered my way to the finish line and dropped to the ground. One of the alert athletic trainers carried me to the medical tent, where I had to be immediately inserted with an IV to receive fluids. Finally regaining my ground, I realized what had occurred and instantaneously became upset.
I hear thuds and booms and bangs. I feel the hairs on my neck rise up. As I enter the room, it is pitching dark. All I hear is the rage of silence flood my mind. I hear a sharp hiss interrupting my thoughts.