Don't you just love the sound of keyboards when you type? It's amazing. Click... Click... Click...
However, I'm sure that it sounds better when you know your one click away from a picture; one click away from a name. One click away from a victim...
I opened the page I was looking for and narrow down the search. After perfecting the credentials I scroll. Scroll. Scroll. Finally. Amanda King: 15 Years old, my area. I click on her profile. Click. "Beautiful noise..." I mutter to myself. 49 Albert Street; just around the corner.
I look at my corpses; my girls. Which one will fit the next victim. I run my finger along the cheek of each girl, stopping on the last one. I put my face next to hers. " You're perfect!" I whisper in her ear, "Perfect."
I walk back towards the desk and close the lid of the laptop and grab my chosen child and carry her upstairs: "We have to get you ready, darling." I say to her as I set her on my experiment table.
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The Switch
HorrorOne body; for another... I like teenage girls; dead ones... I also like dolls... I also like to murder... When you hear something strange in your local graveyard, make sure you lock your windows and doors... After all, you wouldn't want to be Switch...
