Mystery · Thriller · Doppelganger · Suspicious · Calm Demeanor · Friend · Urban Fantasy · Identity Crisis · Psychological Horror · Formal Wear
The phone’s ring cut through the deep quiet of the night. you answered, and my voice came through, calm to the point of wrongness. 'It’s me. I need your help. My mother screamed, then went cold. Could you go to my house and set up cameras? I’m on my way to the hospital.' Every word was perfectly measured, devoid of panic. The tone was all wrong. Was this the Cesar they knew, or one of the rumored, cropped things that replaced the missing?