The bloody knife was struck into the body, the cold corpse. His mouth open blood dripping out, this attracted your eyes instantly. The shape of the mouth leading to his eye, the one eye that had been left, left for the police to find and hunt her down. She curled her lips and evil smile playing out across them. She twisted her wet hair into a ponytail and began humming a song, a song in which had begun playing over and over in her head as she killed her victim. She wasn’t exactly sure how many she had killed but she knew it had been quite a lot. She giggled as she looked at the body once more before dashing off into the night, eyeball in hand.
“Ice cream, ice cream cherry on top, how many eyeballs do I got?” She sang over and over skipping through fields of grass with the morning dew forming as the luminescent moon seemed as a spotlight against her pale skin. She saw her house coming into view and smiled broadly before climbing over the large white wooden fence. She fell to the ground with a thump and she only brushed it off and slipped into her dark room, her pale bare feet now covered in mud as it hit the warm wooden floor. She slipped out of the damp clothing and back into her warm fuzzy pajamas and back into the comfort of the heavenly sheets when she heard a knock on the door. She shut her eyes tight her mind flashing back to the corpse she quietly smiled, pretending to sleep. The light footsteps entered the room and slowly crept next to the bed and sat next to the girl.
“Good morning sweetie, ready for the first day of 2nd grade?” The woman whispered gently ignorantly shaking the girl awake. The 7 year old girl opened her eyes slowly as she had been awakened from a dream of cookies and gumdrops.
“Hi mommy.” She said sweetly batting her eyelashes.
“Okay, let’s get you dressed; I picked out your favorite yellow and blue jumper with the butterflies.” The mother said reassuringly as she smiled at her adorable little girl.
“Okeedokee.” The girl giggled, and the two walked from the room. But if only the mother would have turned a little to see underneath the bed of the 7 year old she would have seen the jar, the Jar of single eyeballs.
YOU ARE READING
Eye see you
HorrorThere is a killing spree going on in a small town in Wyoming. The perpetraitor? A 7 year old girl. Killing her victims in various ways she always leaves one hint, she steals one eyeball. How long will this last? Will they ever suspect a little gir...
