I better go before the murderer comes back. I rose from my crouch on the ground and stood up straight, I pushed the willow fronds apart and screamed. A grizzly bloodied face peered back out at me! SHIT! This had got to be the murderer; i mean who else would be covered in blood and in the middle of the woods at night?!

This story's about a butterfly who was two hundred years old girl named Acid Butterfly and a human boy named Levi Jasch.