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To everyone who has read my riddle. I opened the door and saw that the key which belonged to my sister was in the lock but I had the chain in so she couldn't get in.
My hands closed in around his delicate throat as I felt his body thrash underneath me, powerless. I was always two steps ahead of him, my body quicker than his.
I took my time to show you that I knew. I took my time to see how deranged you grew. I gave you far too many chances. I thought it would stop. I let you take me places I didn't want to go.
Part 1. "So, how old did you say you were again?" "17," I lied, no traces of doubt. "Great," he winked. The boy, 19 or 20 at most, leaned in close and I caught the alcohol on his breath.
She was dying- a slow painful death, just like she deserved. Her blood was slowly running out. In fifteen minutes Clara Warren will be dead. "Help me... Abbie help..." Clara moaned.
When the light was dark, the day was young. a man with a sly smile on his face rose from the damp, antiquated chair.
Stan knew he had fucked up. Why had he gone hunting 2 nights in a row. That was just plain stupid. It didn't help that his last victim had been his next door neighbour.
I walked around the flat and didn't find the cursed girl. All I wanted was to kill her. I was going crazy. My mind wasn't listening to me. I was crazy.
You thought it was over. Not yet ... THE FINAL CHAPTER. 48hours later ... Rob was angry, he'd just lost his father figure, an to make matters worse, his girlfriend was the one that called the cops.
The painted houses clinging to the hillside glare orange with the late-afternoon sun. It is almost impossible to look across the harbour without shielding your eyes.
The light breeze swept lazily through the boulevard causing the newly-budded leaves to sway on their branches.
Crunch. There it was again. Like the sound of someone stepping on a brittle twig and crushing it.
22/03/04 As I anxoiusly crept around the lifeless wall, a scream entered my ears. Huh. "Mika!. Is that you?!" But it was useless. I was the murderer. First kill...
Seriously, no. Was that me. No. Yes. Why. I don't think I could. But... She only shoved me. Slightly. Hardly. Nearly. Kind of. But now she's gone. Her diligent, warm, soft fingers are now frozen. Icy.
Daisies lined the grave. All I could do was stare. The wall was too thick, too hard, too firm.
Anger, sadness, desperation I feel them all right now, burning through me. Burning out my thoughts, burning out my sense of reality. So I do the unthinkable. I kill her. Murder her. Destroy her.
At the stroke of nine, the moon began to shine. All was well in Bill's town, except for news that really casted a frown.