It was 3 o’ clock in the morning, October 31st, “the night of the living dead” as my mother had told me when I was a kid. I never believed her. I could never believe that one dead body can come back to life, and that was one of the reasons that New York’s crime lab selected me. But then it was different. A cold breeze was blowing outside this house –rumor had it that it was haunted- and three bodies were lying on the floor. I was alone in this dark room, while the other investigators were processing the second floor and everything was calm and quiet.
I started collecting evidence,...
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