YOU KNOW ME BETTER THAN I DO

07. bury a friend , try to wake up.

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this chapter is very VERY descriptive and it contains cannibalism! pls don't read if u have a weak stomach!!! stay safe :)

Beverley Bennet, Blackmore's queen bee. She has such good grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She was pretty nice to those who encountered her, unless they were different.

It doesn't matter why they were different.

It doesn't matter if trauma was the reason. She was a bitch.

A filthy fucking bitch.

It was about three am. She's stumbling home from some frat party.

She places a hand on the wall to keep her steady.

Her back straightens when she hears something unusual, something that you wouldn't normally hear when walking home from a party at three in the morning.

No, it wasn't a scream. It wasn't giggling. It wasn't a gun cocking.

It was a chainsaw starting.

She quickly snapped her head around, seeing a figure in a Ghostface costume.

She swallowed, no words spilling from her mouth.

"A-Alright, asshole!" she chuckles, "Halloween's over. Fun's over."

The figure tilted its head, as if Beverley was speaking some sort of different language.

She stood there in fear. Nobody else was around.

She was alone with a psycho. A fucking psycho.

Beverley wanted to run. She really did. But she couldn't. The scene looked like it was out of some shitty horror film.

The killer suddenly swings its chainsaw at her, slicing her in half, painting the walls, streets, concrete, and its clothing red.

It then stabs her in the face, ripping it off.

But, it wasn't even done yet. Oh no, this wasn't even close to being finished.

It stabs Beverley with chainsaw repeatedly, more and more blood and chunks of skin appearing on the metal of the vile weapon.

More and more skin gets torn off by the second, making the corpse that was once Beverley Bennett... less human.

This was such a pathetic way to die, in all honesty.