here's a little murder story i thought of while in my religion class one day...
I was walking home late at night from a job when i heard the sound of bells... Odd i thought to myself as I kept walking by. Once i was walking by an alley i heard more bells but also the sound of crying, or what sounded like crying anyway...
I, being the dumbass that i am, decide to check it out and boy was that a baaaaaad idea. There at the end of the alley is a young girl hunched up and she seems to be crying while clutching something in her hands. I try to get closer to see what's going on but said little girl hears my footsteps and abruptly turns around.
Shit... I recognized her now...it's Gretel. Well aren't i the lucky one? She's turning around around and i see that she's harbouring a smile. Crooked, evil, twisted, as hell and downright bone chilling. That's also when i clue in that what i heard wasn't crying but laughing and that thing she was clutching? A head, Hansel's head to be exact. Huh...i guess she finally snapped.
Oh shit...now it's too late to run...she's noticed me and in the sweetest tone i've ever heard she asked me "Do you wanna play a game?" i'm a loser and i'm scared to death so i say yes. "Great!" she smiles brightly. "it's a game of tag...i'm it. RUN." she said the last word so menacingly that you could do nothing but what she had told you to do.
So i ran but that psycho-bitch is extremely fast. I didn't get very far before i had an axe protruding from my back. I noticed that as she walked i could still here those bells so i figured they were coming from her...
Never will i look at bells the same way again.
" Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Fuck! fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!" I screamed as she pulled the axe out of my back. Shit tat hurt more than giving birth, not that i would know...that was just rough estimate.
Oh, god the pain is so bad i can't even scream anymore. She's raking her nails in the gash on my back. A pretty fucking sick game if you ask me. And i feel her cutting my arms up. Slicing at first than escalating to hacking off my hand, lower arm and then what's left. She repeats those actions on my other arm as i wonder why and how the fuck i'm still alive.
She's laughing now, "This is fun, you're funny!" she giggles as she looks down at me. I'm twisting and writhing in pain only managing to create mangled and strained gasps of pure terror.
Gretel's moving on to my legs now. As i see her step towards my lower body i can't help but notice she's licking my blood off the blade with a look of pure sadistic pleasure...shit, vampire twins was fucking right.
Pain, white hot and searing tears through me as she cuts my legs yet i only have the energy to kind of whisper yell. I. Want. To. Die.
When Gretel sees that her play toy is no longer able to react she gives a disappointed sigh, heaves her axe over her shoulder in one arm and bends down to grab her brother's head by the hair in her other.
She's walking away and faintly i hear her giggle say " Well that was fun while it lasted wasn't it fratello mio?"
And the bells, i hear those damn bells again. My eyesight is going as i see little black dots enter my vision slowly but surely enveloping me in forever darkness.
Huh...what a way to go, murdered by a psychopathic 12 year old carrying an axe and her brother's head with her everywhere she goes.
Lucky me.
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