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Excerpt from a local newspaper:



STRANGE MURDERS LEFT UNSOLVED





In between the days of October 30th, and November 2nd, police were sent to investigate, after receiving several complaints of a horrid smell in a nearby residence. What follows may be graphic for some readers: "It was the most horrifying thing I've ever seen...In a room that looked as if children had been playing in it, the bodies of two young children were found drenched in dark, dried, blood. The floor and the walls were splattered with blood. After studying the gruesome scene, we continued to investigate the rest of the house. Upon arriving to a long corridor, we thought we heard the cries of a young girl. Worried that she might be in pain, we searched for the source of the cries. Finally, after searching the entire downstairs of the dark house, we decided to check the upstairs. Now this is the part that may sound slightly unbelievable. There, in front of the door on last room on the left, was a little girl, about age twelve, decapitated. The odd thing was, she was standing, clutching something in her bloody hands. When I realized what it was, I froze. I racked my brain, trying to come up with a logical explanation for what I was witnessing. Entangled in her small, trembling hands, was the long, blood stained hair, of a served head, accompanied by a knife. The strangest part was, the head was...crying. Its eyes were open, tears illuminated in the dim moonlight that seeped through the slightly open curtain...

It spoke softly, "I just wanted to play..."



<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"">Before I lost all rational thinking, before something in me snapped, I was always watching my sister, Lily, and her friends play together. They looked so, so happy. Playing, and laughing together, and whatnot. My mother always favored my sister over me, probably because she was younger. According to my sister, "Mommy didn't want me." But, what did she know? She was only eight. Around mom, Lily always pretended to like me. But, when she was with her friends, Henry and Halley, she called me "Lilith the Lonely Loser." Which didn't bother me at first, until I started seeing a strange girl who looked much like me except, her face was covered in an odd looking black substance. Her colors were faded, in a way. She wore the same burgundy red dress as me except, it was a lighter, more faded, color. Her voice sounded mangled, as she spoke incoherent words. I could only make out a few things that she said, creating broken sentences, trying to figure them out. She said things like, kill, and it’s okay to feel envious. I tried to ignore her, but she was very, very persistent, continuously whispered 'Kill' into my ear. One day, I just couldn't take it anymore. Something in me snapped, my psyche was destroyed, all rational thinking was gone, all I could do, was kill. I slowly walked to the kitchen, sneaking past my sleeping mother, and grabbed the biggest, sharpest knife I could find. I crept to the room where Lily, Henry, and Hailey were playing. I slowly opened the door, Lily nowhere in sight. "This is good..." the other me whispered, laughing manically. “Hey, let's play hide and seek, or tag," I laughed "One, Two, Three, Four, ready go!" Henry and Hailey giggled, until they noticed the knife I was holding. They tried to run away, but to no avail. I grabbed Henry by the collar of his shirt and stabbed him in the neck, a gross, cracking sound following. Hailey attempted to scream. But before she could, I cut a long, deep line from her stomach to her throat, watching as her organs littered the floor, and her blood painted the wall a deep red. I started to laugh, quietly at first, until I gradually grew louder. My laughing fit was cut short when Lily opened the door, she looked as if she was going to scream, but didn't. She was probably too scared. "Serves you right..." I whispered, as she began to cry. "Bye Bye, Lily." I said sweetly, raising the knife above my head, a chunk of flesh falling off of it, ready to plunge it into her heart. I was so focused on killing Lily, I didn't notice my mother standing in the doorway with an ax in hand, ready to hack my head off. "Monster." She said as she swung the ax and severed my head, "A clean cut..." I whispered, giggling softly, my eyes filling up with tears.