I began to kill whomever came near me. Each person tried to fight back but to no avail, each doctor and nurse inside of that room was slaughtered by my hand, their struggle just made the game more enjoyable. I left the room after I was sure that everyone was completely dead and the floor was soaked in blood. As I stepped out of that room I felt a wide smirk pull at my lips, and I was shaking from the pure enjoyment of it all. I felt my laughter stuck in my throat so I let it flow, the laughter becoming crazier as I continued to laugh. The time had come once more, the time for murder, the time for killing. Once again, it was playtime.
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Playtime
HorrorA horror story that I originally had written for one of my classes but I continued to write long after the assignment was handed in.
