The night was cold and silent the only thing that was heard was quite slow steps of a masked person with a hoodie as they walked on the path they didn't look for they knew everything around them because they walked this path many times they could tell you about every tree and which ones were best to sleep under, as they walked listening to their music they checked the time "11:50pm..huh I really should start heading back now... right?" They said their voice unsure and uneven they looked around smelling the earthy air? They really couldn't tell nor described what it smelled like just shook their heads and slowly started to turn around starting their walk back to their house once they got closer to their house they turned off their music putting away their headphones and went to a small moss covered rock they bent down and lifted it to reveal a shiny silver key, they walked behind the house and opens the backdoor taking off their muddy boots and walking into the kitchen (they kitchen itself looked very Mordenish yet very rustic it had a island in the middle a new oven and cupboards and a fridge but old countertops with tiled floors,) they walked upstairs to their room they had the basement it a bit messy but they liked it, they had a mattress right up angst the wall with many pillows Teddy's and blankets, there was a work table pushed to the side of the room touching the wall to the opposite of it was a wooden closet next to that was a mirror (not facing the bed of course) and with fairy lights all around the room then Of course they had a huge window right behind their bed it even had the couch thingy!, They were soon pulled out of their trance by a big golden dog named lighting jumping on them they sighed happily "hey baby boy!" They said as they dog wagged it's tail dragging them to bed"ok ok yawns I'll sleep ok??" They said knowing how much their dog cares for them(and also wants cuddles) "now stop dragging me before I fall!" They said giggling they then got dressed into their nightgown and got under the covers with lighting and their favourite teddy putting on the fairy lights, after a hour or so they started to fall into sleeps warm arms.
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The Smiling killer
TerrorHi my name is Skye! And this is my diary! I don't know why I wrote that or this..who cares this is mine! (Note: this shall also show her life)