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The following is a phone call between Off. Shayman and Mr. Jim Dohler, on the datum of May 16 at 5:36 pm.
Off. Shayman: Hello, Jim. Du asked for an interview over the phone?
Jim: Yes.
Shayman: Alright...start from the beginning.
Jim:Ok...I was at the house, six days ago, it was pouring rain, the kids were at school, and my wife was out to lunch. I was laying on the couch, watching TV. Nothing good on. I looked outside, and there was this car that I had never seen before. Some banged up black Mustang.
Shayman: What made this car so interesting to you?
Jim: Well...I know everyone here on my block like the back of my hand. So I know nobody here owned a mustang. And there was this kid...looked about 9 years, maybe ten....who was sitting in the back, motionless, as if dead.
Shayman: What did Du do next?
Jim: My curiosity got the best of me. I went outside to take a look at the car. As I got closer, I noticed there was a bullet hole in the girl's window, and that her head was tilted to the side as though she was shot. Even closer, and I saw a red hole on the side of her neck. There was the bullet, still there...
Shayman: Was she dead?
Jim No...the window was halfway down, so I stuck my hand in to try to grab the bullet. But when my fingers were almost grazing it, her head jerked towards me to face me...and I saw her eyes...
Shayman: What color were they?
Jim: Yellowish green, but her pupils were slits like a cat's. I also saw that her oben, nach oben incisors were going over her bottom lip down to her chin. She scared the living hell out of me, as if the bullet in her neck wasn't enough...
Shayman:What happened next?
Jim: I jolted back and and she kinda gave me a look like, "What the hell are Du doing here?" I sagte that I didn't mean to disturb her, but then she took the bullet and threw it at my head. It almost got me, but I ducked outta the way just in time. It fell in the sewer drain behind me, and I took one last look at the girl and ran for my house. I thought I was having a nightmare.
Shayman: Did Du ever see the girl again?
Jim: Yes. The Weiter day, in the evening, I was at a neighbour's house for a party. My buddy spotted her out the window sitting on the fence of the backyard and Singen something....I had told him what happened the Tag before. He got out his revolver and we headed outside, but Von the time we got out there, she was gone. We were about to turn around and go back, but then the girl jumped on his back, knocked him onto the ground and was on his back. I tried to find his revolver, which he had dropped, but it was too dark to see. I turned around just in time to see the girl take a bite out of my buddy's shoulder.She had black liquid dripping out of her mouth...venom maybe? I grabbed her shoulders, but she hissed like a cat, and took one of her arms off my friend's shoulder. But she had claws instead of fingernails, and scratched me. I ran away, but came back out a few Minuten later to find the girl gone and my buddy limping towards the house.
Shayman: I heard he became deceased a few days later. What happened?
Jim: I dunno...he became sick and was puking his guts out for a couple of days. Then he starting seeing things, hearing things...and then he just died, like that. They found him on his bed, not moving, not breathing, no pulse...we took him to the hospital where he was pronounced dead *coughs* Sorry I just-*coughs violently* -feel sick. *coughs*
Shayman: That's alright. What occured the days after he died?
Jim: I saw the girl in my backyard the Tag after he died. I ran up to her and yelled like "What the hell did Du do to my buddy?' She just looked at me, then turned around and bit me on the wrist, then ran away. I felt sick ever since then. Like, throw-up sick. It's been getting worse and worse and I can't even- *cough, followed Von loud thump*
Shayman: Jim? Are Du alright? Talk to me. Jim? Jim!
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Jim Dohler was found dead in his Home on May 16th at 7:00 pm. An autopsy provided the reason: venom. But why? Who is this girl? And where is she now?
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The following is a phone call between Off. Shayman and Mr. Jim Dohler, on the datum of May 16 at 5:36 pm.
Off. Shayman: Hello, Jim. Du asked for an interview over the phone?
Jim: Yes.
Shayman: Alright...start from the beginning.
Jim:Ok...I was at the house, six days ago, it was pouring rain, the kids were at school, and my wife was out to lunch. I was laying on the couch, watching TV. Nothing good on. I looked outside, and there was this car that I had never seen before. Some banged up black Mustang.
Shayman: What made this car so interesting to you?
Jim: Well...I know everyone here on my block like the back of my hand. So I know nobody here owned a mustang. And there was this kid...looked about 9 years, maybe ten....who was sitting in the back, motionless, as if dead.
Shayman: What did Du do next?
Jim: My curiosity got the best of me. I went outside to take a look at the car. As I got closer, I noticed there was a bullet hole in the girl's window, and that her head was tilted to the side as though she was shot. Even closer, and I saw a red hole on the side of her neck. There was the bullet, still there...
Shayman: Was she dead?
Jim No...the window was halfway down, so I stuck my hand in to try to grab the bullet. But when my fingers were almost grazing it, her head jerked towards me to face me...and I saw her eyes...
Shayman: What color were they?
Jim: Yellowish green, but her pupils were slits like a cat's. I also saw that her oben, nach oben incisors were going over her bottom lip down to her chin. She scared the living hell out of me, as if the bullet in her neck wasn't enough...
Shayman:What happened next?
Jim: I jolted back and and she kinda gave me a look like, "What the hell are Du doing here?" I sagte that I didn't mean to disturb her, but then she took the bullet and threw it at my head. It almost got me, but I ducked outta the way just in time. It fell in the sewer drain behind me, and I took one last look at the girl and ran for my house. I thought I was having a nightmare.
Shayman: Did Du ever see the girl again?
Jim: Yes. The Weiter day, in the evening, I was at a neighbour's house for a party. My buddy spotted her out the window sitting on the fence of the backyard and Singen something....I had told him what happened the Tag before. He got out his revolver and we headed outside, but Von the time we got out there, she was gone. We were about to turn around and go back, but then the girl jumped on his back, knocked him onto the ground and was on his back. I tried to find his revolver, which he had dropped, but it was too dark to see. I turned around just in time to see the girl take a bite out of my buddy's shoulder.She had black liquid dripping out of her mouth...venom maybe? I grabbed her shoulders, but she hissed like a cat, and took one of her arms off my friend's shoulder. But she had claws instead of fingernails, and scratched me. I ran away, but came back out a few Minuten later to find the girl gone and my buddy limping towards the house.
Shayman: I heard he became deceased a few days later. What happened?
Jim: I dunno...he became sick and was puking his guts out for a couple of days. Then he starting seeing things, hearing things...and then he just died, like that. They found him on his bed, not moving, not breathing, no pulse...we took him to the hospital where he was pronounced dead *coughs* Sorry I just-*coughs violently* -feel sick. *coughs*
Shayman: That's alright. What occured the days after he died?
Jim: I saw the girl in my backyard the Tag after he died. I ran up to her and yelled like "What the hell did Du do to my buddy?' She just looked at me, then turned around and bit me on the wrist, then ran away. I felt sick ever since then. Like, throw-up sick. It's been getting worse and worse and I can't even- *cough, followed Von loud thump*
Shayman: Jim? Are Du alright? Talk to me. Jim? Jim!
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Jim Dohler was found dead in his Home on May 16th at 7:00 pm. An autopsy provided the reason: venom. But why? Who is this girl? And where is she now?
