User:Secrettruth

I am Trey Demourisse aka Trey the theif. I am writing to tell you the story about why I am this way. I am writing to tell you how I became a Trey the Theif. Trey was a young girl. She had good grades and was very popular at her school. The way things looked seemed like nothing could ever go wrong. As we all know that was not true. All every one ever saw was her perfect self. They never knew the truth about her. Trey hopped out of her boyfriend Taylor's car. She just returned from a party. She smiled and waved at Taylor as he pulled the car out of her family's drive way. Trey ran inside her house. Her mother stopped her "Trey, your late! You where supposed to be home 2 hours ago! What about your homework ?". Trey shrugged,"Mom, it's fine I can do it before I go to bed". Tray ran upstairs. She put her phone her (obsession) ontop of a bunch of papers that where due tomorrow and began to work out the problems. Then her phone vibrated. She lifted it up and smiled, it was a text from Taylor. When she opened the text she realized it wasn't from Taylor. She had no idea who sent it to her. She began reading the text. It was a story, a very gruesome scary story. It was a mistake for Tray to read the story. As she began she couldn't stop, she was in love with th characters and stuck in the stories. And so all night she sat reading the story. The next day she had no homework done. Her eyes hurt from reading all night. All her friends and parents became concerned. She became so obsessed with the texts. After the first text came another, then another. She read so many that she believed the stories. All day Trey did nothing but read them. One morning Tray's mother caught her reading the haunting tales and took the phone. Her mother scolded her and said that she had to stay focused and that those where just stories. That is when everything started to fall apart. At school her grades fell, people avoided her, her friends ditched her, and her boyfriend dumped her. They knew there was something wrong with her. Tray was alone. Most nights Tray could never sleep, was was tired, but full of energy.Her mind raced, she though about all the stories and had nightmares about them. she became very paranoid and worried. Ger mother tried to get her a hobby, she gave her a violin to learn to play. Tray started to play, but all her songs became sad and scary. After a few days Tray became very unruly, she screamed and made inhuman noises. After her behavior changed, so did her appearance. Her beautiful blonde hair turned gray and her skin turned white. Tray was going insane from the stories and horrors, and lack of rest. Tray's mother never let Tray out she also never knew what Trey was thinking.Tray avoided the sunlight. She hid in the shadows all day, screaming, growling,playing sad music and watching her mother. She let her nails grow long and sharpened them. She almost completely stopped eating and became thin as a needle, her eyes were wide and almost never blinked. Months later her mother bought her a cat. Tray mother believed that Trey would be less afraid and that she would enjoy its company. Trey took the cat into the shadows and stared into its eyes. She loved the cat, it was beautiful, it had beautiful eyes, and silky fur. The one thing she loves the most about it was that it was a predator, it sat in trees stalking its prey, it gracefully chased its prey until the cat caught it and dragged it away in its jaws. She sharpened her teeth to catlike jaws and helped the cat attack its prey. After a while Trey was bored and unimpressed with the cat. She wanted to be the cat. She dragged it to the bathroom and used her nails to claw out its eyes and slice open its stomach. The cat howled and cried and Trey mimicked the howls. She then licked the blood from her fingers and took out the cats heart.Then she pulled out her own eyes and replaced them with the cats blue eyes. She laughed a horrible laugh. Then she carefully sliced off the cats ears. She found a needle and thread in the dresser and left the dead cat in the room. She sewed the cats ears into her scalp and smiled. She felt no pain all she felt was pride. Then she cut open the middle of her lip up to her nose and smiled. She went back to her drawer for more needles and sewed them into her cheeks like whiskers. She felt like a real cat. That night Trey went to her mothers room wearing a black jacket and gloves she carried her violin.She felt like a cat but, all she needed was a prey. She started playing violin, she played slowly and sadly. Her mother came to see what was happening. Her mother was lured to Trey by the music. Quickly Trey pounced at her mother, clawing out her eyes and ripping open her stomach with her fangs. She left her there screaming and bleeding to death, Trey whispered ,"Music to my ears". She took her mother's eyes and left. Day after day someone would die a horrible death. All of their eyes where completely missing. Some say they see Trey walking in the shadows with violin in hand, with many cats following in her footsteps. Nobody knew who the stories where from and the phone and the texts where never found.What happened to Trey and her violin. But she waits there in the trees, looking into windows, searching for victims, collecting eyes, and playing her music.