Down the stairs, through the hall, last door on the left, the figure stands in the center of their gallery. They wipe their dirty hands on their blood stained shirt admiring the work they've done. They walk up to the profile wall. Three large picture frames covered the entire face of the grey wall. Each frame had a name above it, and was filled with various Polaroid pictures. Some were taken from a distance, of the particular person walking out of a coffee shop or into their house. Some were taken from from inside their houses while they slept. Some were taken when they were chained to a wall, in the next room over, behind the bookshelf. Some were taken while they dug a hole in the forest. Some were taken above the hole as they lay lifeless within.
The figure smirked at the sight. They sulked forward to the third frame and pinned the latest Polaroid to the wall. It displayed a disfigured body lying in a deep hole, as if they fell in.
The figure stepped away from the wall thinking, this one was effortless. I didn't even have to try. Grinning they strolled to the door, took one last look, and turned the light off. They squeezed through the door, and locked it behind them. They strolled through the hall and half way through stopped to close another door. This one looked like a book shelf and when closed looked like the hall had ended. Casually the figure strolled up the stairs to the shower. Now on to number four, they thought with a grin, and disappeared to the bathroom.
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Unexpected
Mystery / ThrillerHe watched her in all of her glory, caught off guard by the romantic attachment and desire growing within him. She made him feel unlike he had ever felt before. As he watched her, gazing onto to road, he realized how much he wanted nothing but to ma...
