Axmurderer Stories

He walked towards a room to the right, 'Lana Benson' read a sign on the door. He smirked and placed his ax on his left hand so he could open the door with the right. He began to walk slowly towards a bed with a sleeping little girl. "On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me" the man began to say in a sing-songy voice, a deep, deep voice, "one ax to the face..."