She hasn't spoken since she had gotten caught, the woman laid down in her jail cell slowly and carefully planning out her escape in her mind. At night, when the guards are exhausted, she will summon her scythe and break the cell bars, since a grim reaper's scythe is sharp enough to cut through anything. If needed, she will kill people that may get in the way of her escape. She did as planned and walked out of the prison, surprisingly nobody even noticed until the next morning. She was definitely long gone by then, but her so-called murders remained.
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The Night Phantom
Short StoryIf you are reading this, please respect my privacy and refrain from turning any more pages in my journal unless I'm dead or gave you permission. Most likely I'll be dead before I let anyone read this, so just put it back where your found it, if I am...
