Alvoss
Love, it's such an interesting word. Yet. I don't even know what the hell it means. A make-out session is probably what it is. You're asking a killer what love is? Hilarious, so funny. Because, I'm no ordinary killer. I'm what you would call a nightmare that you can't wake from. A shadow in the night that haunts your every step before you trip. The type of wind that makes you shiver and strange chills go up your spine slowly. Then your mind yells at you to run but she, she didn't run.
(Chance, Jack, and Jared are all creepypastas that I made up)