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A murder, one out of many there stood a girl of five or six just standing around bodies. There,
at the other side of the blood stained room was a person, a person yes but to dim to see how they looked like. The person laying limp in a chair, a chair that looks like an electric chair. Still too hard to see it's was hard to tell if the chair got them first or if they were simply placed there to look dead. The girl just simply look at the person dead or alive, and laughed. At the beginning it was just an innocent giggle but began getting slowly louder, and louder, till it went quiet. Quickly her gaze went to the person in the chair, and started walking. It wasn't such a long walk to make it all the way to the person in the chair. Yet the person In the chair had seem too had made some movement. Just a sight movement of body-parts, like there hands and legs.she payed little mind the movement of the person, seemingly looking for something. Then a voice, a voice that you would have from waking up from a long sleep, interrupted her search.
"Why, why am I back, why are you here?"
