Bloody Love ( creepypasta)

Painters P.O.V

  
      I was walking past a house when I

noticed something that shouldn't be

there. I picked up a piece of paper and

realized it was a drawing of a girl

crying for help. I looked on the back

of the paper and saw a sad face. I dont

like sad faces. I felt my anger light up

and I punched the house wall."Who

would draw a sad face!!" I looked up

and saw a crack in the wall. "Hmmm."

        
           As I was thinking, i heard the

voices again.  Let's break in the house

tomorrow and kill everyone!! I smiled

and made sure there was no blood on

my mask. "Ok we will come back here

tomorrow and do what we are good

at. Killing." I got a piece of paper out

of my pocket and used the blood on

my shirt to draw a smiley face. I slid

my masterpiece through the crack

and left swiftly.

         Painter carries paper in his pockets so he can  leave a smiley face every time he kills. He also lives in a big house with other killers so he sleeps until night comes.

        It was a new dark night as I tried

to find a way in the house. I crept

silently and saw an open window. I

stopped and listened. Crawl through

the window you idiot!!  I shook my

head and ignored the voice inside my

my head. Don't ignore me you idiot!!

Do as I say or else!! I chuckled and

climbed through the window. I was

standing in the middle of a hallway

and the walls had holes in them. I

crept quietly down the hall and heard

a loud noise in the room to my right. I

opened the door and saw a girl. The

girl was holding a knife and half of

her face was covered by a green mask.

            I didn't know what to do.

Should I stay and watch or kill her? I

just stood and watched her. The girl

walked quietly in the living room and

what she did next made me gasp in

surprise. She slit a woman's throat.

She didn't even blink or flinch when

blood splattered her body. I hid

behind the door and the next thing I

know. I was shoved against the wall as

the door opened. A man came in

holding a gun. The girl looked at the

man with hatred in her eyes. Wow

this girl is a true psycho. As I was lost

in thought, the man shot the girl in

her arm and kicked her knife away.

          The girl closed her eyes and a

tear rolled down her cheek as the

man pointed the gun at her head. I

grabbed my knife and ran up to the

man. I jumped on his back and

stabbed him in the chest. He fell to the

floor.