Red was my color. I wore and ate the color consistently. None should wear it but me.
I look around every morning to find red all over my room and enjoy the light feeling the color gave me. The shades were memerizing.
Today something happend. I went to school and found missing posters of students. What a poor sight. Day by day, Students started going missing and strangely enough wore something the same. This struck the school as something familiar.
I made it home after the Bell rang and asked Sara to come over. "Why do you like red so much?" She asked. "If you really want to know then come down stairs with me." I whisperd softly into her ear. As we hit the last step down I take out the knife from my back pocket. And at that moment she figured out why I like red so much. And if she wasn't wearing red, she may not even know it was my favorite color. Like the others.
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Mystery / Thriller[Short story just for fun] Red is the thing that catches her eye, red is the thing that makes people die
