Stab in the Heart {jeff the killer}

"Be cautious, Do not give in to you darkest desires. Der Shlanker Man is watching..."

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As she took excited galloping steps up to the rotted wood hardly holding into its hinges for support, she could hear the reason why she came squeaking in fear. Heavy footsteps crushing shattered glass from the blown in window as she creaked up the cage to the helpless pack of rats. She plucked one, its beady eyes staring at the glinting knife in horror. Then, she heard it. The sirens were loud and drawing closer, she could hear the propellers if search helicopters above. Dropping the rodent, Veronika sheathed her knife and stowed it away inside the pocket of her hoodie as she bolted out the door. She over her breathing, exhaling whenever her left foot landed on the cool, dewey dried ground beneath her just like she taught herself. She didn't know if this was even the correct direction but she knew she needed to get out of there before the cops found who they were looking for.

Though they weren't looking for her, she would look suspicious running around through the woods in the dead of night, her hands began to shake as she could now see the blinking red and blue lights all around her, she blanked, now scared of herself being caught. Then, she felt herself falling slowly to the ground. She looked up in shock. There stood a man, bearing a knife dripping with the fascinating liquid, his bleached white hoodie splattered with blood. His face, holding a crazed glint on his eyes and his smile seeming to large for his face. Veronika was scared.