Doomsday Revenge: Payback Time (Josie) novel Chapter 3

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Handle the important, urgent sht first.

She wasn’t going to let some small–fry, keyboard–warrior neighbor mess up her carefully calculated schedule.

But once that pathetic “moral police” neighbor crawled back to his apartment, clutching his bleeding mouth, the neighborhood WhatsApp group completely blew up.

Everyone in the luxury complex now knew exactly how “unhinged” Josie Quinn was.

The other entitled neighbors were beyond pissed.

What kind of girl is that violently insane?! She’s clearly uneducated trash with absolutely no upbringing! Look at Gareth’s face–is she even going to

ay for the expensive medical bills? That’s gotta be a permanent, disfiguring injury!”

Call 911! We can’t have a violent, unpredictable psycho like this living in the building! I refuse to share a hallway with someone like her!”

Is she completely out of her mind? She’s a total, irredeemable nutjob! Call the cops and get her hauled away to an asylum!”

That’s it! I’ve had enough of this! Josie, you stay right there. Since your parents couldn’t handle you and apparently drove themselves crazy, I’ll come up here and beat some fcking sense into you myself!”

osie didn’t give a damn at first. She was scrolling through the messages, completely unfazed, a bored expression on her face.

but the moment they mentioned her parents, and the implication that she was the reason her mother had died? Her face went dead cold.

he let out a chilling, terrifying sneer in the empty apartment. “So you’re all that eager to die? Fine. I’ll happily help you out.”

Dead of night.

The emergency generators had finally cut out. The entire luxury complex was plunged into pitch–black darkness. osie tracked the loudest guy down using the unit number she effortlessly found in the community group chat history. laving a Tier–1 Metallic Manipulation meant she could command any piece of metal in existence.

I was basic, elemental science–high–end security doors are reinforced with steel cores. The heavy deadbolt locks? Also steel.

osie placed her hand flat against the door. The internal mechanisms liquefied and unlocked with a soft, barely audible click.

he slipped inside the dark apartment like she owned the place, her footsteps completely silent. She walked straight into the master bedroom and sat ight at the edge of the plush king–sized bed.

he reached out and casually grabbed a silver Zippo lighter from the expensive mahogany nightstand.

Click. Click

The flame flickered in the pitch–dark room, casting long, dancing shadows across the walls, over and over again.

What the hell are you doing, Gareth?” a woman groaned from under the heavy silk covers, sounding deeply annoyed and exhausted. “It’s the middle of he night. Stop messing with that stupid lighter.”

I’m not messing with the lighter, Gareth mumbled, his jaw wired shut with pain, half–asleep and heavily medicated.

Click. Click.

The two people in bed bolted upright, instantly, terrifyingly wide awake.

They both snapped their heads toward the foot of the bed at the exact same time.

A second later.

Their hearts nearly stopped beating.

osie held the silver lighter right below her chin. As the small flame flickered to life in the pitch–black room, it illuminated a pale, beautiful face with lark, dead eyes that looked like they belonged to a literal demon crawled straight out of hell.

It was pure, unadulterated horror movie material.

‘Ghost! A FCKING GHOST!” they both shrieked at the absolute top of their lungs.

The sound was ear–piercing, enough to shatter glass. It was loud enough to wake up the entire floor.

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Josie loved the noise. She thrived on their terror. She calmly walked over and threw the massive, floor–to–ceiling balcony window wide open. The cold, apocalyptic night wind rushed into the bedroom.

That’s right, Josie said, her voice a deadly, melodic whisper. “Keep that in mind on your way down. The one taking your pathetic lives tonight is a

ghost.”

With that, she reached out and snatched Gareth by the collar of his silk pajamas.

Jorie?! Josie?! Gareth gasped, his voice shaking violently with absolute terror, his mind finally registering who was standing in his bedroom. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“Killing you, duh,” Josie said, tilting her head like it was the most obvious thing in the entire world. “Why else would I be here in the middle of the night? To play a prank?”

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