Polaroid Killer

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Paige shuddered. The polaroid was faded by water and light and poor processing. It was Jenny alright, she recognised her shirt from the previous night. But her eyes were covered by blue petals, stuck fast to the film.

Blue Hydrangeas — a symbol of regrets.

Paige snorted. Jenny might have been into flower magic and meaning, but it was all nonsense to her.

She dropped the photo back on the bed and reached for the phone. This was long enough, she had to call the police.

A muscular arm held her, and a knife pressed against her throat.

“Shhh, say cheese.”

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