There once was a psychic. A real psychic. Not a fake one that advertises under the name "Madam -INSERT NAME HERE-" but a real one who can see all. It was a blessing a curse, to most that knew of her, but a curse for her all throughout her young life. This story goes as such...
"Come here you little shit! You think you are gonna rat me out?! No fucking way! I know the shit you've been pulling. You are NOT gonna get me so fucking easily!" Peter Von Sheithaed smacks the girl and stuffs her into a trunk and drives off to a distant and remote location. He committed a crime and thought by disposing of the body of the deceased, he would have gotten away clean. But the girl saw the crime. She knew he must be punished.
After Peter left the car, he went for a smoke, but didn't secure the trunk. Some trunks have a feature to open from inside. In his rage fueled state, such a simple detail slipped by him. As the girl escaped, she noticed she was in a forest with a cabin not too far. Without much of a choice she made a sprint for the cabin.
Peter returned from his smoke to the car, and to his surprise, she was gone. "You fucking bitch! Where did you go!" The girl then hid inside of a closet, which contained various tools that smelled of old blood and vomit. She had no choice but to hide here, since everywhere else was wide open space. It was her last chance at an escape... but where to? She was in an isolated location which she was not familiar with.
Peter made an entrance to the cabin with the gracefulness of a rhino charging into a wooden house. He immediately went towards the fridge and added more alcohol to his system, in an attempt to cool him down. In this drunken state of his, anything he grabs would be in a death grip lock. The lack of feeling anything that someone has while drunk is truly remarkable.
The girl, still hiding in the closet, has held down her bile long enough and held her breathe for as long as she could. She was on the brink of collapsing. With luck on her side, the drunk stumbled his way into the next room. She quickly jumped out of the closet and gasped for air and tried to regain control of herself. The urge to release everything she was holding in was almost too great for her.
Then, in the next moment, she heard the sound of an engine roaring to life. It was death that had come to visit her, once more, in the form of a chainsaw from the other room...
