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I was going to my friend Sarah's house...it was summer...that's when it all started.

Sarah incited me to her new home, it was on a beach next to the ocean,she always wanted to be close to it. Sarah had just broken up with her fiance after an encounter he had had with his secretary named Emy. she was in need of a girls night and to be honest so was I, I was having issues with my relationship as well. on the car ride over to her house I heard the breaking news report, the one about the ex con murderer who had been released and shad just been spotted outside an old abandoned warehouse in which there were bodies in. I kinda just shrugged it off seeing as how it was more than thirty miles away...

when I got there Sarah was a complete and utter mess. she had mascara dried on her face from crying, I didn't tell her though I thought I'd be nice for once. we went inside and talked for hours then around ten we heard it. it was a loud thump commuting from upstairs, Sarah was jumpy enough as it was and that made her freak out. I told her it was probably just her dog Max. then the thump moved it was going in a continues circle around our heads and kept getting faster and faster until it stopped. I was starting to get scared but Max was a little brain dead so I thought nothing of it, Sarah on the other hand was still freaking out.  Sarah thought there was someone in the house and with that she got up went by the door and picked up the baseball bat she kept for protection and went up her stairs. I heard nothing just silence.... "Sarah, you okay". no answer then I heard a blood curdling scream. I ran upstairs running down the hallway to where Sarah was standing hands covering her face crying, I opens the door completely and there was a trial of blood leading to the bathtub in the bathroom. blood was splatters all across the room and then I saw dismembered body parts with fur on them in a pool of blood floating to the top of the bathtub, it was Max....

Sarah was hysterical, I had to calm her down, but first I had to get out of that house. I grabbed Sarah's wrist and ran her downstairs and locked us in the dinning room and grabbed her cell phone, but there was no service, it was due to the freak storm we were having. my mind was running over every scenario it could come up with. I didn't know what to do....Sarah's house was alone in the area with only one neighbor a mile away. we couldn't possibly run there without being seen by the killer. the yacht! "sarah do you still have Ricks yacht?" "yeah i..i..I think so but it's down by the dock about ten minutes away." "that's our only option if we want to survive this." I grabbed Sarah and ran to the front door only to find Ricks head over the door knob. Sarah freaked out she was screaming why, I still love you, and it should've been me. I slapped her and told her to shut up before we get killed. I looked through the glass frame around the door and saw Ricks car just sitting there. I went to the side porch door through the kitchen but I had to kick Ricks dismembered body parts out of the way. when it finally opened a man stood there smiling. his feet weren't touching the ground. he was a police officer. I stepped out around him and looked up, he had been thrown off the roof. I went around the house and saw a ladder the killer must of drug him up there and tied a cable around his neck and chucked him off the roof. Sarah screamed yet again only this time it wasn't because she was scared, it was because she had a knife plunged into her chest right by her heart. blood poured out of her mouth and then she collapsed. the killer pulled the knife out of her. he sat there smiling holding the knife in his hand. then he spoke the words I remember to this day. " and your name must be Liz.. I know a lot about you. I followed you here. it's your fault these people are dead. I just wanted you all to myself, alone." " who are you, how do you know me?" "that's my Liz , always playing dumb, you..you really don't remember me do you?" " no I.I..I'm sorry." " Jim Greene, remember me now we were high school sweethearts. you said you would always loved me, then when I left town on business you left town with a guy, a guy named Eric." " no..no..sorry I don't remember an Eric but I remember you." glad you remember me, but you need to remember Eric, does this ring a bell." Jim held up Eric's head and laughed. " everything's coming back to you isn't it." " yes it is, Jim I'm so sorry. you know I've always loved you, using remember watching you on the news the day they found evidence you had killed those girls." I had to get him on my good side, reconcile with him in any way possible, I didn't want to die. " come with me Liz, I want you to be happy but everyone in your life brings you pain, if you come with me no one will ever bother you again, I promise." " okay Jim I will." he put his arm around me and I walked with him. when we got to his boat finally he helped over the ledge to get on it. he set the knife down for maybe three seconds and I grabbed it and put it behind my back into the belt loop. he asked me where it went and I said I'm sorry I think I may have kicked it overboard. he said it was fine because he had more of them in case we ran into trouble. " Jim kiss me please, I love you." he leaned into kiss me and I wrapped my arms around him and then I plunged the knife into his back six times.

that officers is what happened to your runaway killer.

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 20, 2014 ⏰

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