In the mind of a serial killer

Chapter 11 ☠️

"Do you live alone?" I asked, looking around.

"Um no actually, I live with my three kids, Fatima, Alisha and Aisha,"

"Aisha?" I asked.

"Yh, you like the name? My mom actually came up with the name" she said, smiling at me.

Is it possible... no it doesn't matter anyway, it doesn't change anything.

"I'll go make the two of us tea. Make yourself at home" she smiled.

There's no way they could be related.

Her happiness was a trigger to me, no daughter of a witch should be this happy.

At the end of the day, I will make her suffer so much by killing her loved ones that she will want to be dead.

She walked to the kitchen as I sat down on the couch, looking around.

I spotted a picture of three girls, one of them scarily looking like me.

One looked about 6, one 10 and one about 4.

My thoughts were interrupted by a faint creaking sound, I turned around to see a little girl, clasping her teddy against her chest.

"Who are you?" She asked, looking at me confused.

Just then, the lady walked out the Kitchen, holding a tray of two cups and some cookies.

"Why aren't you sleeping Fatima?" She asked, crossing her arms.

My heart blistered.

"Why aren't you sleeping aisha?" mama asked, frowning.

"I don't want to go back there! Please don't make me go back there! Father will come!" I cried, trying to hug her.

"Go back to sleep this instant before I get angry Aisha!" She yelled, dragging me upstairs.

"No mama! Please! Father will hurt me! Please mama!" I begged " why can't I sit with Maria? Why can't I stay up with her?"

"Because everyone in this family hates you! Go to sleep now!" She opened my room door and pushed me inside.

Where my father sat, waiting for me.

"Hello! What's your name?" I asked her, smiling.

"Fatima" she replied quietly, putting her hands behind her back. "Who are you?"

She looked like a happy kid which was weird. No kids usually happy living in this generation, speaking from experience.

"Your mom helped me because I had a little accident," I replied, trying to act as cheerful as I could.

Good thing I had always been good at acting.

But who knew, maybe in Paige's body I might be shit at it.

"Mommy.. she's the girl from the news" fatima looked at me weirdly.

My heart skipped a beat.