WWE: Live Tickets at US Cellular Center - Cedar Rapids on March 5, 2016 in Cedar Rapids, Iowa For Sale

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ludicrously. Christopher and Ronald threw piercing looks at the officer. " So, in your eyes, we are already guilty" Ronald said furiously to the officer. " Despite the fact that we haven't been found guilty in a court of law" Christopher warned him. "Mr. Parker, easy! Let's not beat around the bush. Right now, the issue is how to protect you. Whether you are guilty or not isn't the issue" Sam tried to calm them. " You just concentrate on our security right now. Everything else will be taken care of later on" Christopher said in a commanding voice, staring particularly at the police officer who tried to provoke them. In fact, the police officer was actually included in the team to protect Christopher and Ronald. He hadn't liked it. Sam also gestured the police officer to calm down. Yet, he was so irritated that he left the hall. As he left, the atmosphere in the hall calmed down, for the time being. Sam continued to further explain his scheme. Christopher and Ronald were still doubtful about the police; whether they were capable of protecting them or not. However, at this moment in time, they didn't have any other alternative other than to rely on them. In the police station, a man was sitting across from Sam's empty chair. The detective then rushed in and occupied it. "So, you have information about the case?" Sam asked. " Yes, sir." the man said. Sam looked at him and waited for him to speak further. "Actually, in my neighbourhood, Nancy's brother, George, lives." The man started to narrate the story... ... In a small colony, there was a house: a highly ventilated house. The things going on inside
were visible for the rest of the neighbourhood. A man sitting in the foyer could be seen from the window. It was George, Nancy's brother. Grown beard, disorganized hairs. This time, he appeared more undone and eerier than before. He was sitting in his foyer, in front of the fireplace. He held a cloth made doll, probably made by himself. He picked up something from a plate kept on his right side and murmured some unintelligible words. "Abs thee baa rass keyeetin stata" He threw the material from the plate onto the fireplace. The fire blazed up. Again, he murmured some similar unintelligible words. "Katsii Nantdi Vasharpat rerrat stata". Again, he threw the material kept on the plate onto the fireplace. The fireplace blazed, this time more wildly. He kept aside the doll, bowed against the fireplace and rubbed his forehead on the ground. A man was watching this from the outside. The man saw that George had got up and made a strange shrieking sound. The man watching from the neighborhood was startled. George held the doll and again made the strange shrieking sound. An eerie silence then fell. Eerie silence spread everywhere. "I hope you're ready to die Steven" George said to the doll. "No... I don't want to die, George I apologize I am very sorry. I'll do anything for you, please forgive me" George was mimicking a voice for the doll, as if it was pleading. "You will do anything? Can you bring back my sister?" George said in his own voice. "No! How can I do that? It's not in my power. I can do anything but that" the doll then replied, via George's voice. "Is it? ...then be ready,