44 Time Distortion (2/2)

The crewmen sprung into action within minutes, helping Sharon into the dressing room. They will have a complete makeover for her, preparing her for the new role as the heroine of the story.

”Here is your new dialogues. Remember it quickly. You have more riding on this than I do, so don't go and disappoint yourself.”

I place a new script into her hands while her hair is being redone. There is an image that she needs to convey to the audience, so a makeover is required.

Sharon grips the script tightly and nods. This is what she has been preparing for. She has even gone so far as to make sure that she will get the role.

Unfortunately or fortunately, she ran into me and became my prisoner.

It take about half an hour to get Sharon readied for the scene. Her skill in acting, facial expression and body language did not lose out to Sandra, so the scene is filmed quickly.

Everyone is amazed.

Despite that, there are still some reshoots just to have several copies to choose from.

When the scene is done, the crewmen take her back into the dressing room to redo her appearance for another scene. It is quite a lot of work, especially for the main casts.

”Very good, Miss Stone. I think you can take it from here. I have a place I need to be.”

With that, I bid Sharon farewell. I think she might wants to say something to me, but it can wait.

I need to do a little investigating.

”Selene, shows me the last known locations of Sandra Bullock.”

[Acknowledge, Operator.]

A map of greater Los Angeles appears in front of my eyes. The highlight dots all over the map provides me with a complete detailed history of where Sandra Bullock has been.

Her footprint stops in her apartment.

However, she is not there as proven by the surveillance system that Shield installs everywhere. There is no such thing as privacy – not anymore.

I drive to her apartment since it isn't very far from the filming location for Sleepless in Seattle.

It takes about 10 minutes on the highway.

Once there, I notice an awful amount moving vans out in front. People is either moving or moving out of the building in mass. The latter is more likely.

”Hey. What's going on here? Why is everyone leaving?”

I ask one of the bystanders.

”Haven't you heard? That building is haunted. A lot of people have disappears. Vanish without a trace – it's freaky.”

”Haunted?”

I learn from the bystander that dozens of people have gone missing in the building, including a couple of police officers. They enters the building and never comes back out.

Sandra Bullock disappears on Tuesday – six days now.

The security footage shows me that Sandra enters her apartment, placing down her stuffs, checking her mails and then stripping down to her underwear before heading into the bathroom.

There is a little blind spot between the living room and the bathroom, so I couldn't see what happened in between – at least from the video alone.

Sandra never made it to the bathroom. Her scream is faintly heard on the video, stretching out like a video cassette playing in slow motion.

It is as if time slows down for a second.

Many people living in the building have also gone missing, disappears into thin air. Only their screams remain, recorded by Shield.

I manage to see one of the person disappears amongst many victims. Her body contorted ghastly, stretching out before collapsing into nothing.

That is one of the scariest thing I have ever seen.

The earliest case is on Monday. It is the same day that my daughter got killed. It is also the day that my power surges due to the intense anger.

It couldn't be a coincidence, could it?

I might have to do something with this or there are really ghosts.

Shaking off the cold feeling running down my spine and giving me goose bumps, I cross the street and immediately feel a strange tingling sensation.

The feeling grows stronger as I approach the apartment. I look up and see the building contorted in a bizarre way. No one seems to notice this, but I did.

I swallow hard and enter the front door. Everything inside is twisted along with people walking up and down the staircase. They don't seem to notice, but I do.

One of the person head down the stair notice me. His face is stretched impossibly. He should be dead if it is the case.

”Hhhheyyyy.... arrrrrreee.... .yoouuuu..... mooovvinnng.... innnnn?”