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He laughed. He laughed to watch his victims cry and scream for help before they meet there demise.
"What are you scared of? Death? It's lovely, isn't it?"
The victim shook there head. "No... It's terrible! you're twisted!"
The Murderer laughed.
"Blood," He whispered in his victim's ear. "Sticky, oozing from your skull. Red, blood, blood, blood. Sticky, spilling, spitting thrashing, crying... dying!" He laughed eerily.
The room echoed the victims cries, but also the Murderer's cheers.
The Murderer grabbed his knife, and circled the victim. "Do, you, want to die? It's very nice actually. The eyes going dull... the soul descending into the underworld, What, did you think there was heaven? No, no. The Devil takes the good ones, and punishes them. He takes the bad ones, and he gifts them. Unimaginable riches!"
Obviously, this guy was mad. Mental. delusional. Crazy. Lost his marbles, or grief-stricken.
Truth be told, he was driven mad because of grief. Death, was his grief. He loved his wife, and Death seized her. He obeyed Death, in order to save his wife... He thought it would work. It wouldn't.
When the Victim was praying to God, he stabbed the knife through the victim's gut. He cried in out in pain, before his arms and legs went limp, and his eyes became dull and lifeless. his breathing stopped. the air became still... holding its breath.
"Blood."
"What are you scared of? Death? It's lovely, isn't it?"
The victim shook there head. "No... It's terrible! you're twisted!"
The Murderer laughed.
"Blood," He whispered in his victim's ear. "Sticky, oozing from your skull. Red, blood, blood, blood. Sticky, spilling, spitting thrashing, crying... dying!" He laughed eerily.
The room echoed the victims cries, but also the Murderer's cheers.
The Murderer grabbed his knife, and circled the victim. "Do, you, want to die? It's very nice actually. The eyes going dull... the soul descending into the underworld, What, did you think there was heaven? No, no. The Devil takes the good ones, and punishes them. He takes the bad ones, and he gifts them. Unimaginable riches!"
Obviously, this guy was mad. Mental. delusional. Crazy. Lost his marbles, or grief-stricken.
Truth be told, he was driven mad because of grief. Death, was his grief. He loved his wife, and Death seized her. He obeyed Death, in order to save his wife... He thought it would work. It wouldn't.
When the Victim was praying to God, he stabbed the knife through the victim's gut. He cried in out in pain, before his arms and legs went limp, and his eyes became dull and lifeless. his breathing stopped. the air became still... holding its breath.
"Blood."
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and I thought I could write depressing stuff. This is haunting. If I compared this to my grandmother, she's scarier but I mean, she's the scariest thing I have ever seen. Gg
