History of a ghost: Denver´s death
History of a ghost: Denver´s death Hi. My name is Denver. Sorry, was; I was murdered a few hours ago. Most people would hate their killer, but I don´t regret anything about last night. I met Desiree at a Happy hour; we just clicked. That night she was going out with some friends, so we arranged a date for the next day (a Saturday). I went to pick her up at 8 pm at her apartment on 56th Street. She looked stunning; I loved how her lipstick matched her red blouse. We complimented each other looks and afterward, I took her to this Japanese Teppanyaki place I knew, really fancy. As the chef made its maneuvers and the audience clapped loudly, we spoke a bit about everything. Her voice was very soft, yet I could feel her strength on my chest and the fire of her eyes: she was an independent and decided woman. I admit I tended to like damsels in distress, but she was something different. She was a sweet, yet imposing woman that gave me a lot of curiosity. I insisted on paying for d...