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Cry For Help
There Is No Escape
by Clara Lewis
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The small town of Beaumont is idyllic and the perfect holiday destination. However, the town hides a dark secret.
In a span of a few decades, a series of murders happened. Not only has it terrified the residents who were proud residents of the town, but it has affected the number of tourists that want to visit the town.
Girls, with their ages ranging from 13 to 16 have been disappearing and showing up dead. Unfortunately, the police and the residents are unable to find who has been killing their girls. They have all but given up.
Until Evelynn Prescott is called in. Evelynn is a private investigator who is called in to solve the case as part of a grieving grandmother’s dying wish. Her granddaughter was the most recent case.
Now she must race against time to complete this case before her client dies and before the killer strikes again.
Something was incessantly dripping.
With irritation, Evelynn got up from what seemed to be a cold, hard floor. She stared at the damp surface in bewilderment.
Where was she? How did she get here?
Everything was dark but after her eyes had gotten used to her surroundings, Evelynn looked around. She was most likely in a basement. While most basements were fitted to be entertainment rooms, and were, to a certain degree comfortable, this place seemed more like a dungeon from the middle ages.
She sighed and braced her hands on the floor to pull herself up. As she stood, she found herself stumbling. Something wet dripped down her brow and into her eye. It was probably from that leaky pipe that she kept hearing. Irritated, she brought her hand up and wiped the liquid away.
As her hand touched her brow, she hissed in pain. Evelynn frowned and winced as another jolt of pain ran through her. Again, and more gently, she traced her brow. Sure enough, a short but rather deep gash was there. She brought her hand up, close to her face, and gasped as she recognized the dark red color of blood.
At first, she had thought that someone had played some sort of prank to get a reaction from her. She wasn’t the most sociable at work and it had caused others to think that she was cold and distant. She couldn’t remember anything from the night before. Because of that, Evelynn assumed that she must have gone out on one of those work dinners and had too many drinks.
This was something else.
Fear settled in her stomach and she felt sick. Evelynn’s breaths started to come in short, rapid succession. To calm herself, she sat back down and leaned against the wall. She brought her knees close to her face and leaned forward. That was when she noticed that something heavy was attached to her leg.
“Oh no,” she said, letting out a breath.
Evelynn knew this wasn’t good news. She refused to look and rather, slid one of her hands down her leg until she touched cold metal. Unable to believe what she felt, Evelynn opened her eyes and looked. Around her left ankle was a shackle. She saw that its chain led to the wall across the room. It was long enough for her to go around this dungeon of a basement but not long enough to reach the door.
All hopes of escape disappeared. Defeated, Evelynn leaned back against the wall and desperately tried to focus on the faint light coming from underneath the door of the basement. She forced herself to take in deep breaths as she tried to figure out how to get herself out of this mess.
“Come on, remember,” she told herself.
Her voice bounced around the walls. For a long time, she was forced to deal with the blank silence in her head. She had no idea as to what could have happened the other night that led her to be shackled and injured in an unknown basement that looked like a torture chamber the more she remained in it.
Evelynn felt tears gather at the corner of her eyes. She hated crying but, in this darkness, she hugged her knees and softly let her tears flow. Her wound still bled and she was sure that her pants would get stained, but she didn’t care. She was a private investigator. Kidnapping cases were common enough and she often had to deal with them. It was only then when she felt firsthand the fear that those children had experienced.
It was terrifying.
Suddenly she heard footsteps walking toward the door. Evelynn instinctively curled