The fifth and final murder went perfectly. Although I no longer felt the fire in my chest.
Even though the fire had bone out, I positioned the girl. I had put her in a pink fluffy skirt with a light blue shirt with her jet black hair pulled into a half ponytail. Her shoes, a pair of flats, were light blue. Same as the shirt.
The whole thing went well. But like I said, no spark. Just like I had before, I left a note. It read:
She is the last.
At least for this string of murders.
I left the note on a small golden chain around her pail skinny neck.
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I am already planning my next string of murders. All I know is that it's going to be big.
Now. You have stayed until the end. You may now know who I am. But before you do, just know that I am moving from the U. S. A. to... well Germany.
For I am...
Hitler. Adolf Hitler. Any there are many more murders to come. That's a promise.
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PLOT TWIST!!!!!!!
The end. Go home. Do something with you life. Vote, comment, I don't care. The end.
-FERARDfangirl13
P. S. I'm coming out with a new book soon. Diary of a dancer read it.
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The killer
Mystery / ThrillerThere is a killer on the lose. He kills his victims in a very weird manner, but what's so weird about this particular story… is that the killer himself is telling it.
