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The closet

There was a girl sat on her bed, she was messaging her friend. A noise came from the closet, a bang to be specific. She dismissed it as something falling but the red leaking from under the door made that hard to do. The doors opened and there sat a body. It was the body of the person she was messaging, she looked at her phone that said they were typing. Who is it she is texting then. In cane the question in a little bubble icon ~did you see her yet?~ the person who killed her is on the other end yet she had to leave this killer some of her deepest secrets. The eyes of the body opened, a wide smile appeared, she lifted her arm and in her hand was a knife. Covered in the own blood. Then it was gone she looked at her own hands and her phone was on her bed, her left hand held the knife that was once with the 'body' and the other held the 'body's' phone.

She opened her eyes and her room was clean, closet shut and an unread message waiting on her phone from the once dead friend.

The message read ~ did you see it yet?~

She went down stairs to tell her parents

A knife on the kitchen counter

Covered in blood

Carelessly she picked it up

She saw the heads of her parents from the sofa poking up

Motionless

When she peered around the corner

There they sat

No life in their eyes

They turned to her

~did you see it yet?~ they said in unison

She looked down

The knife she once held sat firmly in her stomach

It was marked in the paper as a family suicide

Too bad they never checked her phone

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