Thread: So uh...yeah can someone delete this for me?

RE The Devil's Acts Dr.Nibbles x Spirits Jennifer was on her last limb. Her older sister Gemini had all but given up the search for her own daughter, Abigail, Jenny's neice. Abby went missing 1 and a half weeks ago, she had been at a typical teen party, drinking, smoking, the lot. Abby was in no way a good child, but Jenny's husband Paul being incapable of reproducing, Jenny had grown quite close to her niece. Closer to her niece then her own mother. Jenny blames Abby's disapearance on her neglectful mother. She couldn't even cancel her vaction to personally continue searching for her daughter. The authourities had given her 72 houyrs before they began searching for a body. Jenny refused to accept that. In her own search she'd discovered that many other young girls have gone missing in the past year in much the same way.The most disturbing fact of this whole disappearance was the lack of a ransom note. No one claiming her, or any of the girls at that. All went missing without a trace, no bodies found. Abby wasn't a runaway either. Despite what her family believed. Even Paul told Jenny to give up. Let the police handle it. They wouldn't. The police were waiting to hear a body washed up on shore. That was the extent of their search. Meanwhile the scum that took her niece is out there possibly raping and torturing her poor Abigail. If not having already killed her and began searching for a new victim. Jenny refused to let this happen. She walked down the grey streets, just to catch a breath of fresh, smoggy air. Despite her best efforts, all trials had lead to a dead end. Jenny couldn't accept that her Abby was gone forever. Even in her desperate state, there must be someone willing to take her in... anyone. The sky opened up, a random shower as it were. Jenny was hardly prepared for this kind of weather, she ran into the nearest building to await the passing of the storm so she could head home. The building was an apartment complex with many of the appartments turned into offices for various monetary businesses. The lobby was downtrodden and rotted away by the neglect of its owners. The paint chipped from the walls, the roof leaked, and god only knows the insects that infested the sofas that lay strewn about. Jenny spared a glance at the list of residents on the wall, no less rotted than the rest of the building. She was right, bankers, brokers and attorneys, and other crooks. Except one... a name that had made itself known in this town. 'Detective Jaracal's Office. Jaracal... that was the famous detective. She'd heard of him when she was a little girl... The sign looked neglected, but perhaps he was still there. She climbed the stairs, the elevator as broken as the souls that live here. It took her several minutes, but the rain showed no sign of stopping. Jenny eventually reached the floor of her destination. A janitor mopped the wooden floor, causing it to swell, evetually leading to MORE warping. Jenny passed by the elderly man. He pale flesh made more pale in this florescent light. The door at the end of the hall read 'Detective Jaracal's Office'. She was here. Jenny held her light jacket tightly and knocked on the glass door. She was surprised when a young man oppened the door. Oh, hello. she said meekly Is Detective... Jaracal in? she asked naively.