(Short challenge for Killing Time, December 2019–Myrtsery Contest and Writing Prompts in Wattpad)

Prompt:

You've woken up in the middle of a park, not knowing why or how you're here. You discover a newspaper lying beneath you and quickly reach for it.

From the printed date, you realize it's no longer 2019. You must have travelled in your sleep. Chills run down your spine as you scan the front page with the headline:

Serial Killer Claims New Victim

Many things run through your mind. How do you get back to your time? And how do you explain the corpse lying a few feet away from you?

Story:

You didn't remember much but there were a fragments of memories from yesterday that stayed fresh in your mind and the hangover that was currently stock in your head reminding you of last night.

You recalled taking up a dare in the flashy bar from your friends. Your dare was to approach a certain man who had not entertained any of the girls that swarmed around him.

At that moment, you looked at them incredously. Those girls attires' were more revealing and skimpy than yours. In short, they had a better chance than you.

Ready to put your friends to shame you sat beside the empty stool beside him once you saw your chance. Surprisingly, he noticed your presence after ordering another drink and gulped my drink down through your throat.

"Woah, be careful there. It doesn't even seem to be your first drink for the night."

Soon you were leaving the club with him and...

You frowned.

Sitting upright, you felt my back ache. With the help of a streetlamp, you make up the outlines of the bench you were lying on near a fountain.

As your feet touch the ground, the sound of paper scrunching beaneath diverted your attention from your anxious state.

Serial Killer Claims New Victim

Spiking your interest, you read the article about a person who was still annonymus brutally and inhumanely murder a man.

Finish reading, your eyes scanned the newspaper once more, digesting the news. It was then you caught a very important detail.

The date.

23th of July 1979.

And blood.

You could swear there wasn't traces of it when you first saw the newspaper.

Before you could react, you heard a piercing scream.

A woman at a window of a nearby building was staring in your direction in terror. Following her gaze, you finally noticed the corpse laying only a few feet away from you.

Subsequently, the faint blaring sounds drew closer.

Your eyes were steadied on the corpse and the blood stained on your hands.

The cops arrived and you were being interrogated.

"No," you whispered after you heard the conviction placed against you from the person behind.

"I didn't kill him. I swear. I don't even know how I got here."

"You're right."

You blinked, figuring out if you've heard it right.

Then you meet up with a pair of canny yet familiar eyes.

You gasped audibly at the man who revealed himself. The same man at the bar.

But that wasn't what scared you. It was his expression. An expression of malevolence.

"You're not the killer, I am."

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