I followed her to her house. I even snuck in through a window. I wasn't afraid until I saw her red eyes. I stopped dead in my tracks. Slowly, I watch as she revealed a long, thick strand of gray hair. I bit my lip and slowly backed away before she could see me. Then, I hid under her bed. I couldn't do anything yet. I had no time to. I knew how I was going to end her. Except, it'd take time. A lot of time sadly. It would end her painfully so it'd be worth it. I watched as she came into the room.
"Let's see...I'll need this, this, and...where'd it go...here it is!" her voce was soft.
You'd never know she was a killer. You'd never know anything about her. But I did.
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Short StoryTabitha is special. She's a good person but she kills people who deserve it. This makes her a murderer. This is a small story and it would be in Dark Short Stories if it weren't a bit long to be in it. I hope you enjoy.
