{"id":238,"date":"2019-12-13T14:23:37","date_gmt":"2019-12-13T14:23:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/?p=238"},"modified":"2019-12-13T14:23:37","modified_gmt":"2019-12-13T14:23:37","slug":"writers-journal-53-murder-on-the-island-resort-part-9","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/2019\/12\/13\/writers-journal-53-murder-on-the-island-resort-part-9\/","title":{"rendered":"Writers\u2019 Journal #53 \u2013 Murder on the island resort \u2013 Part 9"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I stood still after the last part , turning my head to look at each and every faces there. There were shocks , stunned faces but there was also a smile which disappeared when I tried to look for it again. The silence was such that we could hear our own breathing amidst the sound of wind howling and windows slamming.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;So this must have been part of the &#8230; plan. No?&#8221; , at last , Mrs Jamie spoke. She sounded relieved in saying that the whole events of people disappearing and mysterious envelopes were nothing more than psychology &#8220;experiments&#8221;. A general murmur of approval spread and heads started nodding up and down as the signs of approval for the Mrs Jamie&#8217;s suggestion.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;No. I am aware of it.&#8221; , said I. &#8220;I am as surprised as you all are on what has been happening on this island&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;So , is it true that people have disappeared?&#8221; , someone from the back asked.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I don&#8217;t know what you mean but I can tell you this. The disappearing acts are not part of the reason I am here. And second , there is no boat coming here till Monday.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;That is .. 3 more night to go&#8221; , sighed Mrs Smith.<\/p>\n<p>Yes. Mrs Smith. 3 more night.&#8221; , I confirmed the numbers.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I stood still after the last part , turning my head to look at each and every faces there. There were shocks , stunned faces but there was also a smile which disappeared when I tried to look for it again. The silence was such that we could hear our own breathing amidst the sound of wind howling and windows slamming.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[19,63,1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-238","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-fiction","category-horror","category-writers-journal"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/238","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=238"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/238\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":240,"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/238\/revisions\/240"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=238"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=238"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=238"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}