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It's Moving day!
I pulled into my new house in my shitty little death trap of a car that The Bitch gave me for my 18th birthday. I turned off the engine and gazed at the beautiful old house.
Old houses always make me feel quite giddy because I can taste their violent, brutal, blood drenching history.
This house is full of stories of revenge, hatred and lots of murder.
Oh, how I love the smell of murder, the sweet bitterness of revenge and the taste of the victim's salty tears.
This house is like a drug to me and I want more.
This house is about to become a titanic treasure trove of horror stories.
Oh all the fun I'm going to have.
Opening up the car door, unclicking my seat belt I walk around to the trunk of the car and pull it open .
Fuck!
Why won't this stupid hunk of metal boot open?
Kicking the back of the car the boot decided to ping open.
Grabbing my one small bag I tossed it over my shoulder and slammed the boot shut.
I walked up to the old wooden door and rummaged through my old worn jeans till I found a large keychain filled with old and odd-looking keys.
I pulled out a familiar key from the bunch and gently placed it into the lock. Turning it around I hear a loud click and the door to my new house slowly creaks open.
Oh, how I remember the expression on The Bitch's face when I told her I was leaving her small stupid shit whole of a country house.
Now I finally have my own house and my own place to myself. No more, don't leave body parts in the fridge, or clean out your room. I am finally free to do whatever the fuck I want.
As I walked into the hallway I notice the most beautiful girl walking down the stairs.
She looks so deep in thought as if her whole body was fighting against each other . I can feel her dark soul radiating around her wonderful body.
Her gaze shifted from her shoes and I saw the most amazing pair of bright shining eyes.
"Hey there", I said mesmerised.
She looked up at me with so much pain in her eyes. I could taste all the regret and sorrow she was feeling and it made me crave more of her emotions.
" Who the hell are you"
Her whole face morphed into something else angry possibly fear.
" You're asking me who I am. Who the fuck are you? Trespassing in my house"
She looked so shocked as I lost my cool and got angry. She looked very confused.
"So you've bought this house", she said more for her sake than mine.
I took in a deep breath and began calming myself down , if I want to fit into this neighbourhood I need to be nice.
" Yes I did, I'm Michael by the way"
I stretched out my hand and she took hold of it and gently shook it.
" Nice to meet you, Michael. I'm Violet"
Violet what a pretty name for such a dark and twisted beautiful soul.
I can't help but stare into her beautiful eyes thinking about if I should kill her or not.
____________________________________________________________________________________________________Hey guys
I told you another unknown chapter would be coming up and now we know his name.....
I attached a picture of Michael to this chapter ( it's Alex Pettifer. In films like I am 4).
I think he suits the role nicely.
Bye then.
Hope you enjoyed reading this chapter.
Lots of Love
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(EDIT (2020) - What did you think of the casting choice for Micheal in Apocolypse?)
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