Blood Will Drip

One building.
Ten guests.
Nine are innocent.
And one's a psychopath..

❝үσυ кησω ωнαт тнεү sαү, кεερ үσυя ғяιεη∂s cℓσsε, вυт үσυя εηεмιεs cℓσsεя..❞

My blood ran cold as they walked into the room, fear struck me as they walked clicking their shoes against the blood ridden floor. The sharp blade's end being dragged across the wooden table as i lay tied to the chair, time running out. The psycho came closer breathing heavily, my body shaking and my eyes adverting and scanned this killer.
They looked like they did not have a single ounce of humanity left in their entire body.
They smiled, not at all a nice, sweet smile. Just a freaky, sick, psychotic smirk.
Their eyes, soulless, blank, crazy..almost like a doll's eyes.

❝тнιs ιs αℓℓ α gαмε тσ мε, ωнσεvεя ∂ιεs ℓσσsεs, мү ℓσvεℓιεs❞

Love.
Blood.
Murder.
Death.
Tragedy.
Mystery.
What else do you need?

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