Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24059312-20140514015018

NEWS REPORT: DEATH FROM LIES
====This just in, a young man by the name of Mike Ridgers has been murdered. The young boy was found by his mother when she arrived home late from work. She entered home to see the place a mess. Furniture knocked over, glass smashed and bloody footprints all over the place. She had quickly went upstairs to see if her son was alright. Only to enter in on a horrid scene.==== ====Her son was murdered. He was stabbed in the stomach repeatadly which caused his organs to pool out on the floor. His arms and legs were cut horribly open and the room was covered in blood. It seemed the boy had tried crawling towards the door to get away or maybe to get help. Police were even more shocked at seeing the words 'YOU LIED' stitched into his cheek in a smile formation, but they were truly horrified at what they found on his computer.====

I don't have much time. She's coming for me. I beg you to keep on reading. I swear I'm not crazy, she's alive. Please help me. My name is Mike Ridgers. I have blonde shaggy hair, and stunning blue eyes. I live in British Columbia, Canada. I am 18 and at the moment I am huddled in the corner of my room typing this. I'm begging you to keep reading. Please. Please just keep reading. Now I could lie to you and make it seem like I was the victim in all this. I wont though. Lying had gotten me into this shit anyway. It all started a few months ago. At the time I was dating a girl named Sammie Stevenson. She was 17, so one year younger then me. She had long light orange-brown hair that she always tied back and her left eye was brown and the right one blue. Her skin was lightly tanned and brown freckles dotted her cheeks. She had thick black rimmed classes and always wore a dark purple hoodie. I do admit she looked like a nerd, but she was a pretty hot nerd. But most importantly, she was perfect for my plan.

You see at the time I was trying to become a famous supernatural investigator, like Sam was. But to the world we were boring pieces of crap. Most famous supernatural investigators have something horrible happen to them while they are investigating. It tends to get them more fans. Not only that the fans feel more emotional towards the person if it's someone they care for. That's where Sam, my girlfriend comes in.

Of course I had to make it seem like I actually cared for the naive bitch. I'd flirt, hug and kiss her, take her on dates, buy her flowers and I'd tell her that I loved her. You know the normal things a boyfriend is suppose to do. Of course anytime I said I loved her, I was lying. I lied the whole time through our relationship. I was just using her of course.

On May 28th, we decided to check out these woods that were a town or so away. Some people have gone missing after hiking in the woods. They all think some sort of evil spirit is taking them. Little do they know it's actually me. I had been kidnapping some hikers and making it seem like some evil spirit took them. Of course once Sam heard about the kidnappings, she wanted to check the place out. Everything seemed perfect. She was falling right into my trap.

Once at the woods, we step up base and some cameras through out the forest. When we were done setting up we headed into the woods. I being the good boyfriend I was suppose to be, carried the heavy camera for Sam. We talked and flirted while walking. I had to wait until we were deep into the woods before I continued with my plan. She was worried about going in to deep, but a soothed her by saying everything would be alright. What a stupid naive bitch she seemed to be. We had finally gone deep enough into the woods, where no one would find her. I had stopped talking now and put a blank expression on my face. Sam stopped talking and looked back at me. "Mike what's wrong?" She asked me with a worried expression. "You seem weird..."

A evil smile slowly crawled onto my cheeks as I stared at her. She tilted her head confused. I then lifted up the camera and hit her smack in the head. She fell to the ground and I through the camera to the side, pulling out my pocket knife. "Stupid Sammie. Thinking I cared for you." I laughed hovering above her. She was crying and shaking violently. I grabbed a handful of her hair to hold her in place, as I stabbed her in the stomach. "STOP! MIKE!" She yelled and screamed as I sliced opened her arms and legs. Man was I ever enjoying this.

"I never loved you. I just used you so I could get fans and become famous." I sneered down at her. She was crying harder now and bleeding heavily. "M-Mike..." She croaked out in a raspy voice. "Come on Sam, don't cry, smile." I said as I sliced her throat opened and watched as she bleed to death. The blood ozing from her troat to the ground below. I stood. I knew then that had to make seem like I was attacked to. I didn't want people to think I did it. So, I cut up my clothes a bit and scratched up my chest, arms and legs. Ruffled my hair and covered myself in dirt and blood. I looked like a total mess. Heh, perfect. Before I left I hide the bloody knife under a falling tree. No one would be able to find it. I then glanced at Sam. Her once tanned skin was pale, and her once sparkling eyes were dull. She seemed to be dead. I left the area and ran out the woods screaming and crying. I screamed for someone to help. For someone to save Sam, before the thing got her for good. People who lived near by came running and someone called an ambulance.

They started a search for Sam, but they never went in to deep like we had. Once the media found out about this story, I was all over the news. I had interviews upon interviews, and anytime they mentioned Sam, I would break down and cry. Telling them how I couldn't save her. How the love of my life was gone. Of course it was all a big lie. I didn't really cry for her. I didn't care for her at all. I didn't feel bad about killing her. She was just a pawn in my plan to becoming famous. You know what? I did become famous, everyone knew my name. Some months later, I was just getting home from shopping. I had somehow lost video camera I usually used when filming. The last time I had it was when I was in the woods with Sam. I had probably left it there by mistake. It didn't matter though. Now that I was rich I had all the money I needed.

When I walked up the porch steps I found something weird. A small box sat on the Welcome mat. I lifted it up and looked at it. On the lid it said in bold letters, 'LIAR'. I just shrugged and took the box inside setting it on the kitchen table. I had supper and cleaned the house a bit. I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Sometimes when I glanced out the window I swore I saw something, or someone. Once done, I went over to the box. It had been bothering me since I got home. Why had Liar been written on the lid? Did someone know I lied about what happen to Sam? Ha. No way.

I then opened the box. I frowned of what I saw inside. It was just some stupid tape with a note tapped to it that said watch. I rolled my eyes, at the sight of it. "Ohhh, so scary!" I took the tape and put it in the VCR anyway. I wondered what was on it and had to see for myself. It started out black but then it showed the footage that we had shot that day "Who the hell got a hold of this?!" I yelled standing up, as the tape showed me killing Sam. It then just showed Sam laying there in a bloody mess for an hour or so. I was about to turn it off when suddenly, Sam's head snapped over in the direction of the camera. My hand stopped just above the off button, as I stared at the screen. My heart thumped faster and louder in my chest. My body felt cold and it shook. The colour from my face drained as I stared at the screen with wide eyes. She smirked. One of her bloody hands reached over and turned off the camera. It then showed someone sitting on my couch.

The person was female. She wore a black tan-top and faded blue jeans. Her arms had stitches going up them and her neck had one across it. Her hair was down and rested on her shoulders. She wore a white mask. The masks eyes were pure black and had lines that went down from the eyes. Making it look like tears were running down the masks cheeks. The masks lips was what bothered me the most. Across the lips, there were stitches there. They were stitched into a small smile on the mask and once looking closer, I could see that the stitches said Liar.

"Mike..." the lady said. At the moment I couldn't put my finger on it, but I knew I had heard that voice before. I gulped and watched as one of her stitched up hands went up her mask. She pulled it off, and I moved away from the tv quickly. "SAM?!" I gagged at her appreance.

Sam sat there. She had a stitch across her forehead and across her lips a smile was stitched in. I stared in shock at the screen. She was alive. This could ruining everything. "That's right Mike. I'm alive. You know...You lied. I don't like Liars." She mumbled smiling at the camera tilting her head. "look at me. I'm ugly. Disgusting. Deformed. Just because of you. A liar." She lifted up my pocket knife and pointed it at the screen. "You messed with the wrong bitch. Sleep with one eye open...YOU. LIED." With that the video ended. Suddenly, there was a tapping at the living room window. My breath was now ragged and I couldn't think straight. I took a deep breath before slowly looking at the window. There she stood. Holding up a now dried bloody hand she waved at me, kindly? No. Her stare said otherwise. Her stare held the emotions of anger and the need for revenge. Not saddness or betrayle. She then begin banging on the glass with her fists trying to get in. I thought she wouldn't be able to. I thought I was safe. Until, the glass started to crack.

I ran to the kitchen grabbing a kinfe. I then grabbed my laptop from the dinning room table before I heard the the crash of glass breaking. She had broke through. I ran to my room as fast as I could. Locking the door behind me. I locked the window and closed the curtains and sat, huddled in the corner of my room. Now here I am. Typing this up as she is in my house now. I can hear her downstairs. She's throwing stuff around and calling out to me to come out of hiding. She cursing at me, yelling and screaming. She screams that I'm a liar and that I must pay.

oh no...She's climbing up the stares now. I can hear every step she takes up those stairs. Wait. They've stoped. She's shaking the door handle trying to opening the door! She's gonna kill me. Why the hell did I have to mess with an insane bitch like her?! Why am I such an idiot?! She's gotten the door open now, she's slowly creaking it open. I guess this is goodbye.

Hello there. As you have probably guessed, Mike, is dead. I am not Longer Sammie Stevenson, my name is Stitches and I hate liars.
''So I decided to try and get some help to improve this. It'd be great if you helped me out a bit. '' 