𝕤𝕚𝕩. 𝕗𝕚𝕧𝕖. 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕣. 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖. 𝕥𝕨𝕠. 𝕠𝕟𝕖...

00 ~ The Murder

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It was a fairly normal Wednesday in summer. The town of Vienna was- like every other night- quiet and peaceful. The sun had just set over the hills and many lights were turning off inside houses. However one house did not turn its lights out, in fact the lights were never on inside this particular house.

The Goldstein family were that type of family who were very rich, so stood out in a small town, such as Vienna. Arthur Goldstein was a short man, with plump cheeks and very little hair. Janice Goldstein was round about the same height as her husband standing at around 5'6". She had shoulder length black hair and a slim figure. Both adults were very well mannered and behaved, always acting rather posh, yet unnaturally kind. Their daughter however was a different story.
Emma Goldstein was 15 years old, a bit of a troublemaker you could say. She had long hazelnut coloured hair that reached to about mid-way down her back, and electric blue eyes. She was stunning and a perfect mix of both Mother and Father.

It was on this quiet night, July 17th 1998, that both Goldstein adults were away on a cruise ship to Australia, thousands of miles away from the small town they call home in the middle of Scotland. Emma however did not accompany her parents on the ship and stayed back at home by herself. She was sat in the movie room in the basement of her house when her mobile phone rang.
She was halfway through watching the scariest horror movie she could find and jumped, probably about a foot in the air when she heard the noise.

ring ring. ring ring

Leaning over the bowl of popcorn she had made for herself, she picked up her phone and read out 'unknown' on her phone screen.
"Hello?" She asked answering the phone, "who are you?"

"Is this Emma Louise Goldstein?" The smooth voice said from the other end of the line.

"Yes it is. Who are you?" Emma asked once again.

"Nevermind that, why don't you come upstairs. I would hate to get that lovely white couch all dirty," that unknown voice spoke again, clearly scaring the living daylights out of the young girl sat only one floor below them.

"No thanks, I'm fine where I am." Emma said impatiently, another thing about the girl was that she was very stubborn and impatient. Never failing to speak her mind.

"Okay then, I guess I'll come down to you."
That was it.
Not even a second after that mysterious voice had finished speaking Emma hung up the phone and proceeded to hide in the darkest corner of the room, hoping that whomever was making their way down the basement staircase would not notice her and leave.

How wrong she was.

Stood there at the bottom of the staircase was a tall figure dressed in all black robes and a cream white mask covering their face. From her place in the corner of the room, Emma couldn't tell if the masked person currently looking around for her, was male or female? The creepy tall figure was slowly stalking their way over to where the guessed their 'victim' was hiding.
The masked person peeked into the corner and found Emma sat with her legs pulled up to her chest and her arms wrapped tightly round them. She was shaking and pale as snow, looking up at the mysterious intruder with wide eyes.

The intruder whipped a knife out of their pocket with such speed Emma had to blink again, and again, to make sure she had seen the movement. He swung and brought the knife down cutting into the girls right shoulder, dripping blood everywhere. He continued this, the left shoulder, both legs, ankles, and all the while taking pleasure in hearing Emma Goldstein scream as he cut her.
Finally it was her neck,

swish

Emma Goldstein was dead.

Lying in a pool of her own blood.

The usual white walls of the basement were now painted crimson,

The only evidence that made it a murder in the local police departments eyes, as it was eerily similar to many suicides they had dealt with before, was the words written on the wall above where the dead girl lay.

'SHE WAS ONLY THE FIRST. WATCH YOUR BACKS -Slash'