I wasn't there when I died.
I was having one of those out-of-body dreams, the kind where you feel the spirit has left your body and it isn't really a dream. You may have read about the phenomenon, you might even have experienced it yourself.
But somebody murdered me while I was away. Mutilated me, chopped me to pieces, left nothing for me to come back to.
Who did it? That's what I asked myself. The serial killer who was terrorizing the whole city?
Or someone closer, someone known to me, someone who maybe had a grudge, a score to settle? But I had no enemies, at least I didn't think I had.

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Gruesome in parts, but interesting.

Left at the hairdresser's this morning.