My death...was not as tragic as it has been made out to be. I've been called a hero, someone who died so others could live, all of that crap. It's stupid. It's all lies.

I died like any other person like me. Of nothing but pure Insanity. I died in a pool of blood with a smile on my face. A face of insanity. No one thinks that.

The last thing I remembered before I 'died', was humming the tune to Come Little Children, with a sick, twisted smile on my face as I watched myself bleed. I had tried to bleed myself dry, and all of my family and friends believe me to be dead.

But... people like me don't just simply die. I missed the vein that would have killed me, I managed to run away before I died. There was someone there when I woke up and ran off. I can't remember who at the moment. But they looked deathly scared. Like they had seen a ghost or something. The person screamed and I remember laughing. I turned my head a bit and smiled.

Then I ran off. And I hid. I couldn't afford to have anyone find me. Then I would really have to kill myself. Not that I wasn't ready to die. I had accepted death long ago, and succumbed to insanity. But I had to admit, it felt so good. To just let the darkness take over and to feel blood on my hands. I always laughed at the feeling.

Now that I think of it, that darkness was always there. Just...hiding. Waiting to be let out like an animal in a cage. Tortured and beaten, then made brand new when it's released. That's how it felt to me. Now I'm an animal. I enjoy seeing others pain and watching them suffer and succumb to torture like I did.

I ran into a woods. The trees were very thick and the shadows were every where. I remembered these woods. Slender woods, they called them. It was said that Slender man killed anyone who walked into these woods. That he had no face, and tentacles. Grotesque, but sounded exciting. I loved exciting things.

I'm writing this down so I can try to remember what happened that day. Why I had tried to kill myself. Maybe it would give me a clue to who I was. Or at least, a small hint to help me further become who I wanted, needed to be.

My name, at the moment anyways. The name I came up with. My name is Midnight Melody. I use my hypnotic voice to lure my victims before ending them with the swift flick of a knife. A knife that never dulls, no matter how many times I use it.

So, whoever is reading this, yes I mean you. I'm telling you my story as a warning. I'm coming for you next.

So, let me sing you a song. A song of Death.