Echoing: When It All Began

Chapter 9, T

He knew they had something to do with Allie, her will-power was too strong to give up to suicide....and consequently, these creatures have been bugging him too.

It scared him because, what if these demons do lead him to suicide too.

They have told him a few things that made him uneasy.

It worried about not only his but his son, Tyler's fate too.

Steven bit his lip, he was running a little late.

He checked the time.
"Shit..." Steven mumbled.

he didn't know what to do with his thoughts.

February 18th, 2005. 8:24am

Steven fixed his suit before entering.
He was higher up in the business.

He walked up to the elevator and pressed the up button to the 6th floor.

His boss was waiting for him.

"Ah good, you're here." He told Steven as he walked to him.
Steven nodded.

"How are you today, Steve?" Mr. Anderson questioned.
"I'm not doing too bad, and you?" Steven spoke.
"I'm not doing bad myself!" Mr. Anderson chuckled.

Steven curled his lips into a smile.
"Don't look like you slept well, still having those...paranormal troubles?" Mr. Anderson asked.
Steven nodded.

Mr. Anderson was always interested in his paranormal troubles and these demons lurking around his apartment.
He knew a lot about this kind of stuff.

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Steven's boss's facial expression changed.
"I need your help, could you do me a favour?." He asked Steven, tilting his head.

"What do you need Mr. Anderson.?" Steven questioned.

He looked around.

"If you would just follow me, I'll tell you momentarily." Mr. Anderson replied.

The two then walked towards the elevator.

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February 18th, 2005. 9:56am

They entered Mr. Anderson's office and they sat down.

"Mr. Wyatt you see, I have a very special job for you to do." Mr. Anderson began.
"I know you've been running low on money and you're one of my most reliable workers."

Steven nodded.

"So,"

"Now, this might be a bit of a stretch. But, I need you...to kill my daughter." Mr. Anderson lowered his voice.
Steven's reaction was a little delayed.

"....what?!" He questioned, trying to hear the demand again.

"I want you to murder my daughter." Mr. Anderson leaned back in his chair.

"What do you mean murder you're daughter?.!" Steven shouted standing up.
"I'd lower your voice if I were you, Mr. Wyatt." Mr. Anderson's smile faded.