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Είμαι η
(text-colour:red)[''//Κωνσταντίνα Σπυριάδου//'']
και σας καλώ σε ένα διαδραστικό λογοτεχνικό παιχνίδι.
Διαβάστε την ιστορία μου και διαλέξτε εσείς το τέλος της:
Πατήστε “To click” ή “Not to click” και διαβάστε τη συνέχεια της ιστορίας
Ας ξεκινήσουμε -> [[''A Blast From The Past...''|Spyriadou-Konstantina]]]
(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"dotted")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:red))People that no longer existed, cases that were left unsolved. Emma had always been interested in things like that. She spent a lot of time reading articles on the internet or in old newspapers she bought from thrift stores and flea markets. But who could blame her? It’s not like she had anything better to do. She lived alone in an apartment and every day her boredom piled up. But that was until she discovered [[Leanne’s case]]...
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(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"dotted")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:red))It was Sunday morning around 9 when Emma made coffee and unboxed a pack of old newspapers she had bidden on an online auction the other day. None of the stories was fascinating enough to do research around; none of them was inciting enough to fulfill Emma’s desire. As she was throwing away one more of the papers on the floor after she had browsed through it, a small piece of paper torn and half burned slipped off the pack she was holding. She took a look at it and there it was; “1952 Leanne’s case”. Emma’s eyes sparkled with excitement. She had found it at last; the case that was worth her time. After that she spent hours on end fact checking on her laptop about the girl that was kidnapped on 17th November 1952. Emma put the paper down and although she was sure, checked the date on her [[calendar]]...
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(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"dotted")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:red))And guess what! It was the 17th November. That coincidence took her breath away. As she was diving deeper in the case surfing the net, she realized it was not just the date. Leanne had disappeared a couple of blocks away from Emma’s apartment and her body was rumored to have been buried at the bottom of the lake which Emma could have a full view of if she decided to open her heavy curtains. But that wasn’t the weirdest thing. That nightwhile she was struggling to sleep, in a state of half consciousness, she heard a woman’s voice from her living room calling for help. From then on this happened over and over again at different times, day or night. She had no doubt it was Leanne. It had to be her or she was just going insane. And she was a lot of things but insane was not [[one of them]]...
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(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"dotted")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:red))One morning the voice didn’t visit but she had to get up to answer her vibrating mobile while still on the threshold of half asleep – half awake state. When she looked at the lit screen she could not believe her eyes. 10 missed calls from a contact she had never stored in her phone. A contact named “Leanne”. She sat down and took a deep breath. The phone rang again. She didn’t answer it. A couple of minutes later she had a notification from her social media app. The same contact requested Emma to be friends. To click or not to click the accept button, which was her [[best bet]]?
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(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"dotted")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:red))“Now, do I click or not?” Emma said murmuring in the most fearful voice barely able to make up words with her mouth or to move her trembling fingers that had totally lost control of her contact with the screen. Despite the fact that she was terrified Emma couldn’t help but wonder who this unknown contact was and above all what they really wanted. What if somehow it was Leanne and she needed help? What if it was someone pranking Emma, maybe a family member who came to know her obsession.
And you dear reader would YOU [[click]] or [[not click]]?
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(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"dotted")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:red))Without thinking Emma’s trembling fingers started pushing buttons. Just like that the friend request was accepted. Emma was doing just fine as long as Leanne did not respond which calmed her down. She even started doing some work she barely touched in weeks. But the notification sound caught her off guard. It was Leanne. Strangely enough it was a photo. No sooner did Emma click the photo than her phone went completely dead, leaving her one step behind from revealing [[the truth|the end]].
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(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"dotted")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:red))Emma didn’t want to risk it. As much as she wanted to solve this case, to be part of it, her fear outweighed her will. Maybe such cases are meant to remain unsolved, unanswered, [[untouched|the end]].
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