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    And it was a nice place to live, considering. Besides the death look, it was quite spacious, and the furniture wasn’t outdated. Leather recliners, polished tables and silk drapes. It was such a perverted dichotomy, but it was home.
    I was just about to go upstairs to my room and change into some clothes a little less appealing when I heard a noise come from the basement. I could feel Elliot try to crane his neck to look at me.
    “Did you hear that?” he whispered as I nodded in fear. Did Noah come early? Was he investigatin g the basement because he remembered something sinister happened down below?
    “And I wanted to change too,” I whispered back. “This shirt reveals way too much cleavage.”
    “He wants your neck, Alexandria,” Elliot assured me. “And if it makes you feel any better, you have breasts the size of pimples. Small, meaningless and just as annoying to behold.”
    “Such a gentleman,” I said through grit teeth as I reached into a lamp table and pulled out a small pistol. I handed Elliot the gun and made my way to the basement door. If Noah was going to attack me, it was better off in Elliot’s hands. I was a terrible shot and besides, no one would suspect a back pack to open fire on them.
    I crept down the stairs slowly, wincing at every painful creak that echoed off the walls. Whoever was below stopped rummaging thro ugh my stuff and scurried further away from where I approached. I gulped and continued down.
    As I got to the bottom, my feet stepping on crushed glass, I saw a shadow move to m y left. I didn’t hesitate. I spun around just as the shadow stepped into view and Elliot fired immediately.
    “Ow,” I heard the intruder mutter as I swiveled back around to see my ex best friend.
    Henry.
    “Henry, what are you doing down here?” I snapped as he inspected the bullet hole in his left shoulder.
    “Why did you order your dog to shoot me?”
    “Dogs bite,” Elliot yelled from behind me. “People shoot. Geez, read a book for heaven’s sake.”
    “Sorry, I’m not as cultured as you. Didn’t have a library in the middle of my house.”
    “I was as poor as you before I came into my money, cretin. Why don’t you fact check your comments before you spout off at the mouth? You’re worse than a politician.”
    “Whatever,” Henry snapped. “You didn’t have to shoot me.”
    “I was having a bad day. It helped me feel better. Alexandria, turn me around so I can finish this magazine. Each bullet is just laced with happiness.”
    “Shut up you two!” I yelled. “The fact is no one’ s supposed to be down here! What are you doing here, Henry?!”
    “You invited me here.”
    “Yeah, tonight. Not in the middle of the afternoon.”
    “I don’t really have a concept of time anymore since I don’t sleep. So I decided to come over early. I waited around, got bored, and here we are. Decided to check out ground zero. You know, pay my respects.”
    I swallowed my guilt and glanced around the room through watery eyes. I couldn’t imagine what he must have been feeling, being back in this place for the first time since the incident. I hadn’t changed a thing, keeping it intact for my next inevitable victim.
    There were three rooms in the basement. The first was the typical scenario. Insulation falling out of an unfinished ceiling. Floor boards showing. Cold, concrete floor and cobwebs.
    The second room was far off to the left. This was where I prepped my victims, and it was actually the nicest of the three. Cozy, comfortable, romantic. A couch that folded out into a bed. Plush carpet. It had a dimmer switch and a large flat-screen TV with all the trimmings. Movies and video games. Sodas and snacks that would make any boy feel right at home…
    I would make them drowsy …usually through the drugs in their drinks, and then I would quickly head off to the third room where the real contents lay.
    A hundred sheets of unburnable, unalterable paper – containing mysterious, ancient