7:54 a.m

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As the sickle deepens into his neck and I lick my lips watching blood spill from the deepness of the cut. I hear banging on my door, shit nobody does that other then the cops.. I quickly grab the bleeding corpse covering the wound with my hand opening the basement door slowly sliding it down the stairs. I quickly wash my hands throwing the sheets and blanket into the washer and I fake yawn while opening the door "Sorry gentlemen it takes me a bit to wake up" I mumble rubbing my eyes and they say seriously "Mr.Kochi Wong, we need to search your house, just in case your neighbor did anything and I need to take some notes" I nod in understanding. They look around my blood runs cold theres bloody shit all in the sink they go into the guest bedroom i shove two knives into my shirt, I'm not going without a fight. I walk in behind them as a blood puddle leaks from the crack under the basement door they kick open the door, the door swings with a loud bang, many corpses in the basement they turn over to me, I stand behind them stabbing both the knives into there heads, as they pierce through with a crack.
       Nobody can stop me from what I love most..

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