It's cold and bleak. The garden tiles make your feet cramp. Just like a knife; that can make you cramp as well. Cheerful party music is playing, but who leaves a party on her own and doesn't expect to meet with disaster? Foolish, foolish, foolish...
The knife feels cold between her ribs. She wants to scream, but her voice is quickly muffled by a hand. She feels helpless. The knife slices her back open. Warm blood flows down her back; over her legs; to her ankles. "Let me go..." her voice sounds weak. Her warm breath diminishes more and more. Before she loses consciousness and falls to the ground with wide, terrified eyes, she smells a scent she has smelled before, but from whom?
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The Masked Killer - A.T Ben Saad || English
Mystery / ThrillerThe FiveFellas had purchased a shared house where they could easily and quickly record YouTube videos. The move went smoothly, and the atmosphere was good. Everything went as planned; there were cozy Friday afternoon drinks, football evenings, parti...
