Be my valentine, or else!

February the 14th-Valentines day

It's Valentine's Day. As I get up I notice a card has been wedged under my bed room door, It's probably that girl that followed me home considering I don't live with anyone. For the first time in ages I feel a flash of fear. I pick it up and read it. It's just a normal valentine card apart from the fact that the name is written in blood. Oh no, this person is a real psycho! The card slips from my hands and falls on the ground, the silence in the house is haunting.  The bedroom door starts to open, "Oh no!" I close my eyes, but when I open them there is no one there, I close the door but the same thing happens again. I leave the door and walk down stairs. What on earth is going on? As I enter the living room all the lights turn on, I can hear the click of each switch but who can be doing this? Then I see her, the same stalker girl, she is sitting on my sofa.

"Did you like my card?" her smirk is almost mocking. I do not reply. Suddenly all things in the room that aren't tied down start to rise, they seem suspended in mid air by nothing at all. "Don't worry, it's just me. There's no one else, no ghosts or ghouls. Just me...So, will you?"

"W... Will I what?"

"Be my valentine?" All I can do is stutter. All the object fall to the ground, there is a series of crashes and loud thuds.

"Fine." I barely know what I'm saying. A smile emerges on her face, she nods in gratitude and leaves the house, dazed and very confused I stagger to the sofa. I try to convince myself that it's all just a dream.

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I'm realy board. I decide to check up on my first valentine ever. When I get to the house I see that no one is in. I look up at the sky; the stars look down on me like a thousand souls spurring me on. Then I can hear laughing in the distance. It's him, but he's with someone. He's with a woman. I go inside and hide before they enter the house.  I'm in a closet somewhere on the second floor; I hear lots of muffled speech and laughter. The anger brews inside me like a stew that's about to boil over. They both walk up stairs, I can sense their presence closing in; they have entered the room next door. From what I know about the layout of the house is that the room next to the cupboard is the bed room...

I leave the cupboard and see that the door is wide open, there both outside on the balcony, talking and laughing. He has a smile on his face; I have never seen him smile before. I think my emotional stew just bubbled over.

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The lights flicker uncontrollably and the floor starts to shake, I know it can't be an earth quake. Oh no! It's her. I run back into the room to see what's happening, and there she is she looks really mad. Her eyes seem to burn with anger and her fists are clenched, she reaches into her pocket. I can hear Jenny swearing and shouting on the balcony, she calls my name, I turn to see her and then I hear the gun shot...

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My bullet hits him in the spine, it won't be a very quick death but it will be fast enough. You're probably wondering where I got the gun; well the last time I went 'shopping' was when I killed this drug dealer, well I assume he was because when I emptied my pockets I found enough cocaine to kill a T-rex, a knife and a fully loaded gun.

That girl he was with is currently dangling off the balcony (all thanks to me). I stroll over to the open glass doors and look out to see her; she is too shocked to talk. I remove her soul, she lets go of the rails just as the golden orb leaves her mouth. I turn back to him. He is lying on the floor.

"You killed her!" he spluttered

"Well observed." I make the soul follow me into the room; it floats about 5ft from the ground. I kneel down by him and run my hands through his hair.

"I hate my life!"

"Well then I have freed you, I may have taken your life but you still have a soul." He looks pained in some way other than just the physical wound.

"You didn't have to kill her." His voice was muffled, he can barely talk.

"In that way I guess I have been selfish." I feel him slip away, I let the girls soul go. I believe that could be seen as a kind act.

I return to the grave yard caked in his blood, I left the gun at his house. I sit by a grave; I don't read what it says. Was it jealousy that made me do such things? No I don't believe so. Love is the true killer here (but I helped a lot). I stand back up and look at the grave stone, it is a double one. A husband and wife, my conclusion is very much correct.   

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