🥀 Darkness 🥀

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     It had been 2 years since Rose had killed the owner of the house and lived there. She had a daily routine of going out, stealing, and maybe kill some unlucky hiker or person she could find alone, and repeated the process the next day.

Turns out. She has grown onto killing. She loved it. It was unhealthy, but to her it helped her stay away from the cabin, and her schizophrenia disorder, which had grown worse as she lived at the small cabin, driving her insane, eating at her sanity bit by bit each day, but it only got worse after that, she also developed Nyctophobia, an extreme fear of the dark.

It would keep her from sleeping and made her grow anxious with anxiety when she slept at night.

But she didn't have time to worry about that now, she breathed in the fresh forest air, and relaxed while it was day time. She sat under a tree and closed her eyes, smiling.

She was proud of what she accomplished, she was free, for now. As she rested her senses kept alert for anything that would attack or harm her.

She stood up after a good amount of minutes. She then walked back to the cabin, where she now lived, wondering about what to do to cure her sudden bordem. She went to the kitchen and pulled out her knife and sharpened it, then played around with it, thinking about all the people she had killed with it.

Then an idea crept into her mind. That's it. She'd go find someone to kill, maybe another hiker, or probably a group of kids, maybe a animal if she didn't find any humans.

She giggled at the thought. ' but I'd have to be smart if I don't want to be caught '

She went to the dresser by her bed. She then pulled out a white Hoodie and some black jeans and converse shoes.

After getting ready, she thought about another thing.

' what if someone sees my face though? ' Rose thought to herself for a good moment. ' I'll find something, hopefully '
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As Rose walked through the woods, playing with the kitchen knife she had in hand. She heard voices through the trees.

' Finally ' she thought. ' some people to kill '
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She crept up on the small group of people and hid behind a tree. Unaware of the other person sneaking up on them as well.

She estimated there was probably 3 or 4 of them, didn't want one getting away, that would be terrible.

As she gripped the knife in her hand tightly, she waited for the voices to pass her and then she attacked.

She stabbed the first one in the back, they screamed as she kept stabbing them in the back multiple times until they fell over and started bleedinf out. The second one tried to fight Rose off but she tackled them to the ground and stabbed at their neck and chest as blood gushed out of the stab wounds until they fell limb form under her and bled out.

The 3rd one froze in shock as Rose advanced on them. She then pinned them onto the tree. Stabbing them in the eye, as they screamed in Agony she slit their neck as blood spattered on her clothes, face, and hair.

The 4th one tried to run away but was cut off by a scythe that swung at them from a mystery figure and cut their head clean off of their body, blood gushing everywhere from the cut.

Rose turned around and flinched at the headless body.

' The fuck?! ' She said, suprised.

The person hid behind a tree, clutching their bloody scythe, and waited for Rose to go away.

Rose however, looked around confused before starting to walk away. The person with the scythe peered at them from their hiding spot.

' Interesting... ' they thought, starting to follow the mysterious girl quietly as the sun set throught the trees.
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It was totally dark when Rose crept back to her cabin, blood-soaked from head to toe. She went to the sink washing all the blood off the knife. She didn't notice the masked figure in one of the windows by the door, watching her.