The Swiss Missing
Many years ago, there was a small, secluded village in the Swiss Alps. Today, it no longer exists, but at the time, it had a population of about 200 people.
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Many years ago, there was a small, secluded village in the Swiss Alps. Today, it no longer exists, but at the time, it had a population of about 200 people.
Your soul is sinfully wicked, Your past full of darkest deeds. Your heart as black as the darkest shadow ever seen. Murder is no stranger to you, the knife an extension of your body.
Cloaked in darkness he makes his move. Chokes his victim her breath he removes. Wearing gloves to leave no mark. Sparing no malice he has not a heart. Dropping the lifeless shell he takes leave.
I sit on the opposite bank of the HOTTIES from the police, I am hiding in the overgrown shrubbery with my cine 8 camera. Maybe I will send this footage to the police.
Cold shells buried deep, buried deep under iced sheets, Snow covered body limbs, body limbs no longer heat.
Come inside, It's cold out there, Why aren't you home, Because you home is nowhere. You can stay with me, Until tomorrow, Here's the guest room, And some clothes to borrow.
#FridayFun Cold shells buried deep, buried deep under iced sheets, Snow covered body limbs, body limbs no longer heat.
#FridayFun Cold shells buried deep, buried deep under iced sheets, Snow covered body limbs, body limbs no longer heat.
#fridayfun Cold shells buried deep, buried deep under iced sheets, Snow covered body limbs, body limbs no longer heat.
Cold shells buried deep, buried deep under iced sheets, Snow covered body limbs, body limbs no longer heat.
#fridayfun Cold shells buried deep, buried deep under iced sheets, Snow covered body limbs, body limbs no longer heat.
Cold shells buried deep, buried deep under ice sheets, Snow covered body limbs, body limbs no longer heat.
Cold shells buried deep, buried deep under ice sheets Snow covered bloody limbs, bloody limbs no longer heat @yikici Footsteps leading away, leading away from devilish play Guilt no longer felt,...
Cold shells buried deep, buried deep under iced sheets Snow covered bloody limbs, bloody limbs no longer heat @yikici Footsteps leading away, leading away from devilish play Guilt no longer felt,...
Jennifer didn't get enough sleep last night. She was up until 3 AM writing a book report. She just finished her fourth cup of coffee with cream and extra sugar. She's starting to get the shakes.
-So you love me, do you. Anna said with a happy laugh. -No I don't know you ,I never seen you before so how do you want me to love you, you syncopate. -that wasn't nice say, Henry. -I'm not Henry!!.
I tell Jane everything but all she says is, "that's crazy chick. Whose Justin?" She had forgotten so I tell Reggie. He actually believes me but then he says, "Justin told me too.
PART ONE: I love my car. I said to myself as I make my way to work. I'm driving a Nissan Juke, this truly is a chunky beast. A monster of a car that makes you think your the king of the road.
Pale skin and light blue eyes. Dark circles beneath from all the lies. Blonde hair so withered it's dead too. You'd never guess that she is you. Look in the mirror and you stare back.
Your eyes are open, you don't want to watch your parents getting murdered, the only thing you want is to get the hell out of there. His piercing eyes are staring at me, and all I know is that I'm...
#acrostic. The silence of the lambs,. Hannibal, the feast upon man,. Entirely illegal cannibalism banned,. Secured and restrained,. In prison he was maintained,. Leaving seemed impossible, until an.
My body was still achey from the long plane ride. I stretched again, reaching my hands up to the night sky. I yawned, and took my luggage again. Finally, a taxi came.
#acrostic #idontbelieveindeadlines;). (D)ave to most, seemed so normal. (A)lways calm never once got angry. (R)egal almost, and always so formal. (K)ind to his neighbours his friends and family.
Part 5 Drake looked as mad as the people he was killing, a one man army with nothing but an old rusty pipe that he called Lucy Lou for company.