Death's Disciple

Death's Disciple

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Terror
"While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door." The quote of my favorite writer, though I never thought to dwell so deeply upon it. Not until the night one came rapping, tapping upon my door. I answered to darkness, and come sunrise was a murderer to some, and angel to others. I am Nevermore.
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The warm metal bat was being held tight in my hands as I swung it with no cares as to who it hit. I heard screams, horrible screams, someone was being killed and I was the one doing the killing. I don't know what came over me. I just kept swatting and swatting with so much anger and force I was slowly starting to fear myself. Then it was finally over. No more screaming, No more squirming around trying to get me to stop. Just death. Just blood. I'd killed her. The babysitter was now slain in the middle of the dining room floor. Laying in a puddle of freshly shed blood. And I did what only a mad man would do. I smiled..... I laughed......

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