The bloody singer

that night

The next 3 months were weird, everything seemed normal but something was off. I don’t know what, was it the air perhaps the way everyone  started to act as if they knew what was happening. there were no crimes  anymore what was really weird. 

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It was 3 in the morning 

Tap….tap….tab....

I opened my eyes 

I heared humming and i followed the sound, i didn’t have a choice .

something was controlling me, i was almost hypnotised.

The sound was coming from the livingroom.

i saw a girl facing the wall.

She turned to me, i saw her face.

She was pale  and had black hair,

And she was stitched up (her hands, her arms, her neck).

But her eyes stood out: they were completley red with white pupils.

She stared at me  her eyes changed to orange and then to yellow.

It was like she looked right trough me.

“Who are you” i whispered.

Her eyes turned orange again. “The Bloody Singer, that’s al you need to know.”.

“What did you do to my uncle?” i asked.

I wish i didn’t ask, her eyes tuned red again.

“Your uncle was a filthy little rat, a liar, a cheater…. He didn’t deserve to live…”. She smirked as her eyes turned orange again.  “Well no one does really…….for example your aunt, you saw how she didn’t even care about your unlce’s death, she only wanted him for his money.”.

I backed away. She tackled me, eyes turning red again.

“Don’t fear me….”

I closed my eyes preparing for my slow agonising death.

She took out a knife, put it on my temple and slit it down to my cheeck.

“fear the consuquences..”

I blacked out.

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