Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Random Bit

So many times he had been there and watched as the life drained from their faces, but this time things were different.  He moved slowly down the stairs towards the heap of human clumped at the bottom of the stairs.  He knew he had pushed her, but there was something that made him second guess.  He knelt beside the lifeless victim, his hands stretched out quivering as proceeded to turn the body over.  As he did he felt a chill across his face as he recognized the girl.  He jumped back in horror.  It was the young woman from the laundry mat.  He knew because he remembered that tatoo.  The rose and vines on her neck, it was her.  But there was one problem.  He had killed her two months ago and buried her deep in the woods.  How could she be here?  This was not happening.  Just as he attempted to make sense of the lifeless body her eyes blinked as she sat up and looked him in the eye.  Her eyes were cold and black as night.  Her skin began to fall from her face as she spoke. 

"Didn't think you'd get away that easily, did you?"

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