Sally Donoven lived on the estate, with the two best friends, twins Donny and Dave. She was popular and beautiful with her only misfortune being that her mother had left her in the care of a degenerate alcholic father, whom she had to live with in poverty as he was a gardening on the estate .
But Donny and Dave where a different story, they were twins and extremly rich and as inseparable as could be from the day they here born. They never left each others side, so when Sally and Dave went out together, Donny got insanely jealous lashing out at Dave and Sally for betraying him, but back then it was empty threats and harsh words lashed out in anger but it is a important point in Donnie's story as it was when something broke in Donny and something sinister rose to replace the broken thing in Donny.
Once this sinister feeling was awoken, it is almost always impossible to be rid of, and a far lot easier to accept. So like most broken people Donny embraced the darkness in developing in his soul and did the only thing that seemed reasonable to him. He went in to the shed grabbed a baseball bat and smashed Sally Donovens brains in, them promptly chopped her up with a butchers knife and hauled her off the the dark reccesses of the swamp to never be seen again.
No one was suppisous at first and Donny could get on as life as possible but when Sally's dad started getting suppisous, and Dave was crying at night Donny got a little bit worried and he knew he had to have a plan in case things got out of hand.
He had to find someone to shift the blame to and who better to shift the blame on to then someone who looked exactly like him, Dave.
Late at night he snuck into Dave's bedroom and with a pair of scissors hacked away at a handful of his brothers hair, sneaking out to the lake he threw it on the water, and on the portions of sallys body that had started to rise to the surface.
The next moring the maid had screemed, and their mother alerted they had found Sallys body. A few weeks later their was a knock at the door, and the police stormed in.
"Dave, you are underarrest for the murder of Sally Donoven."
"What? im innocent, I didnt do anything. I loved Sally. I wouldnt hurt her."
"Our evidence says diffrent you sicko. Cuff him boys."
"no please, im innocent, I didnt do it I tell you."
"My boy, my poor boy." screamed there mother crying.
"I knew he was trouble." said there father shaking his head.
Donny felt disgusted with their father for saying that about his brother. So he was the next too go, a slight hint of sleeping pills crushed into his whisky, and Donny easily slit his throat. Burying him out back behind the roses. He then broke into the family vault and stole as much valuables as he could carry, hitting the road in their most expensive car.
Donny laughed to his self as he sped away.
He swerved suddenly as he felt hot breathe on his neck, and a voice whisper in his ear.
"I know it was you, you killed my little girl. Youre going to pay for what you did Donny.
The sound of a shot gun echoed in the car, and Donnys head slumped foward onto the steering wheel.
The cars wheels swered over the road before meeting its end at the base of a tree.
