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Murder

A girl crossed the hallways throughout her house, empty cries in the distance , she quietly ran, finding a hiding place from her mothers screams of pain, blood seeping out of the open wounds she carried with her, her neck was slit open, her right eye was cut in half, but she dared not cry out in pain, for she was the target of this deathly crime, screams and blood spatter filled the air of the midnight. Tears ran down her face and her hiding was spotted, a man stood in front of her, with one swoop of a knife her head was off. As the clock said '666'