[ wp ] a story which in the beginning seems normal and maybe a bit cliché , but the twist ending will make the reader question even the first sentence of the story .

She ran though the graveyard, frantically looking behind her. Her heat pounding and her breath coming in short gasps, she needed to stop, but she knew she could n't. She kept running, passed the countless stones marking the graves of those long gone. Twilight was swiftly falling and Jade ran for the trees hoping to lose her pursuer in the woods at the bottom of the graveyard. 
 
 Too afraid even to look behind her anymore she willed her legs to keep moving, and ran to the cover of the trees. Hidden amongst the foliage of a bush, she allowed herself to rest. Peeking through the leaves she could see the man chasing her. Taller than her by far, carrying a baton that could easily crack her skull. In the dusky light she could make out the man who was hunting her pause and look around him. 
 
 He tucked his chin and talked into what was evidently a walkie talkie attached to his clothing. Jade strained her ears to hear what he was saying, it could be important if she wanted to get away. 
 
 “ Suspect has escaped on foot. Last seen entering grave yard. Will pursue to graveyard exit on Friar Street. Over ” 
 
 Jade heard a crackling reply but could not make out what was said. The hunter continued to run the path, heading to Friar Street. Jade gave a sigh of relief and slumped to the floor. Opening the bag beside her she saw the eight sets of ladies razors, four sets of men ’ s razors, and the jumble of deodorants and shampoos she had lifted. With any luck she could sell the lot and score by the end of the night. 

