She looked at the body, then her weapon. She laughed. She thought this was hilarious! Was it? No, but it was to her. She kept looking back and forth from her weapon to the body and her laughter got louder each time.
"WHY AREN'T YOU LAUGHING?" She yelled to the corpse. "WHY, WHY, WHY?"
She was mad now. Why wasn't the body laughing with her? It was funny wasn't it? She proceeded to walk around the body, shouting, waiting for an answer that would never come.
"All around the mulberry bush, the monkey chased the weasel." She sang to herself. "POP GOES THE WEASEL!" She screamed, jumping atop the corpse. She hopped up and grabbed her knife. "I should clean you."
She brought the knife over to the dirty, rusty, metal sink and proceeded to wash it off. "Who next knifey?"
She held the knife to her ear, expecting an answer and pretending to get one. "Ooo! Great idea, Knifey!" And off she went to seek her next victim.
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Psychopath
HorrorSome would call her nuts. Some would call her off her rocker. But after...she... changed, most all called her completely psychotic!
