The invitation flew into my red hands as I hid the lifeless corpse I had just used as bait. I ripped it open, seeing if there was money but instead an invite to a ball of some sort
"Sounds fun"
I was just about to crumple up the paper when I saw something, the dress code
IN ORDER TO ATTEND THESE ARE THE RULES
YOU MUST WEAR WHITE
YOUR OUTFIT MUST BE COVERED IN FRESH BLOOD
PARTY ENDS WHEN THE BLOOD DRIES.
My hands shook, what did it mean by party ends... like will we be the ones with a 126 teethed saw through our windpipes? I think so. But I'm going, no matter what. I'd rather die with serial killers than go to prison. Tomorrow, 9:00pm.
My eyes shot wide open, my nap was to long.. I grabbed my cell phone, 8:30pm.. shit. I run to my closet and grab the nearest white dress, blood... where is fresh- I saw something, small, and furry, and I regret it.
I walked up to my dog Harry with the kitchen knife.
"Sorry bud, bloods blood."
I still remember the whimpers from my dog that afternoon.
Still...
I rub Harry's blood all over my dress and walk out of my hotel and rush to the car as fast as I can, i put the tint of the windows quickly and drive off.
Phoenix Arizona, 8:55 pm
I ran in and saw someone familiar, Diana, I shout out her but she doesn't hear me. I shout over and over.. and.. over..
I look at my dress, the blood is dry. I stop in my tracks.
The last thing I saw that night was Diana with a pistol to the side of my head saying "Taylor.. you were a really good fish bait, maybe you shouldn't have killed that poor dog.." than everything went black.
