"Good job my lovely, now act fast 2 more then your free" my killer said while leaving. I'm an awful person, but he's right.
I then come down the stairs making my self known to the scared kids. I then push one kid down a mid flight, then another of the back of the stair case.
I see there souls trying to leave but then get stuck. "My dear I'm so happy you did that. Now I have 5 people to torture and manipulate" he chuckles as I stare in disbelief. "You see dear, if you die here and have killed before you stay here" He says as I stare at him.
"It was an accident, I didn't mean to hit him" I said as he continued to laugh.
"Let me go!" I exclaimed. He then say there and smirked, the smirk soon turned into a chuckle. I take him and throw him off the stair case, then I jump off the stairs and continuously started to punch him. I had never ending hatred for this man, no matter how much blood I seen I couldn't stop.
I then contain my self and get up, I then see him get up and no blood. He starts to chuckle now while attempting to speak; "oh....Harper were ghost..... we will never die"
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אימהThis will be a story about a couple friends with memory loss, recurring dreams of their death, what else can go wrong? ** please vote and comment **
