Emilee Jones was a gamer. Her room was practically a gaming store. She had all the newest game systems, the newest laptops, the newest games. Her father was very rich, and made video games, so she got them before everyone else.
One day, she logged on to her favorite website. No matter what it was. She was having a fantastic time. Until she accidentally back-stabbed her ally.
A million messages floated into her inbox quickly.
"Why'd you do that?!!!"
"You backstabber!"
"I thought we were allies!"
"Not anymore!"
"You're going to regret this!"
And so on. She grew frightened and logged off, but didn't tell her father. Big mistake.
The next day, she went missing. No one had a clue who would've taken her. The police ruled it as a runaway and searched.
And then, almost a month after she had "ran away", her body turned up. Her fingers were missing. Her eyes had been stabbed repeatedly. Her tongue was missing, most likely so she wouldn't be able to scream. She had been abused, judging by the bruises on her stomach, back, and face. Her arms were broken and a few ribs were as well.
Stapled to her ripped shirt, and her back, a note said in blocky letters:
"THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU BACKSTAB A PSYCHOPATH."
The psychopath was never found.
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Short Stories/Dreams
ContoHere's a book of short stories. I'll put in some of my freaky dreams and everything, including other genres such as romance and adventure, and some depressing feel stories. It might be a little gruesome, frightening, or downright mental. Don't call...
