She was alone. She was always alone. She sat on her bed tucked away in the corner of her room under the window and opposite the door. In the other corner of her room sat her wardrobe. Her room was sparsely decorated though she did have a small trunk at the end of her bed, full of books. She pulled out her copy of Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen and immersed herself in the classic tale of Elizabeth Bennett and Mr Darcy.
A short while later she heard Big Ben toll 12. She smiled. Exiting her bedroom, she headed down the stairs and left her home through the front door, not bothering to lock it behind her. The streets of London were quiet and empty, for no one was ever out past midnight. She felt the wind whisper past her as the cold seeped through her nightgown and tickle her bare feet. She padded down the street, listening to the silence.
After a few short minutes of walking she came across a young man sleeping in an alley. He looked to be about eighteen with brown locks and tanned skin. She gently shook the handsome gentleman awake. He opened his cerulean eyes and blinked sleepily at her bettors taking the hand she stretched out to him. She told him of the time and offered to walk him home, to which he readily agreed, not wanting to be left alone.
On the walk to his home, she learned that he was an orphan as his parents passed a few short months ago. She smiled, this would certainly make her job a lot easier. Before long the pair reached his home and he offered her a drink for her troubles. She agreed. He turned and walked to his kitchen and began preparing a pot of tea. She smiled deviously. She pulled out a sharp knife from the folds of her nightgown and plunged it into his neck, effectively killing him. She pulled it out and watched as he slumped to the floor, the blood pooling around him creating a crimson puddle. Quickly she wiped the blade on his back before leaving, shutting the door behind her.
She walked back to her home, opened the door and entered, closing it behind her. She walked to the kitchen and placed the knife back in the draw. She then removed a painting from the wall and turned it around. The back was covered in hundreds of tally marks. She made another tally before placing it back it's place. She giggled and walked back up stairs to finish her book.
Hello, I'm Anna. This is my very first book. In it I'm going to write a bunch of short and creepy stories. I hope that you will enjoy them. I'll try to update every week and make my stories longer.
See you soon my lovelies.
