My story of my O.C.

Title: The story behind Leo Byrd

Description:

Have you ever wanted to kill someone? I defiantly have. I did kill someone. If you haven't notice by now, I am a serial killer. Some may call me sick, others will call me psycho. To me, however, I am a normal person like everyone else. Maybe not in your eyes. But everyone has a different perspective on normal. But let's begin on what first started my serial killings.

I was eight years old, just a young girl. I was doing what a normal kid does, playing with friends. Nothing out of the ordinary. Until one day, on Halloween, I was at the park with my best friend, Monica Woods. We were near the playground playing tag, then suddenly a strange man went up to us. He had red hair and blue eyes. He was also wearing all black and had a pig mask in his hand. He looked around 5'11.

He just stared at us for a few minutes. Then eventually he asked if we wanted to have fun with him at his house. Monica and I both said no because we weren't allowed to talk to strangers. He became furious. Then he pulled out a knife and ran towards us. We both ran away from him as fast as we could. He ended up catching up to Monica. He held her hostage. Monica started to scream. He covered her mouth and took her to his car. He broke her neck then shoved her in his car.

And that was the last time I ever saw Monica. I blame myself for her death. I should've tried to help her. But it's too late now.

After all that, every Halloween, I put on clown make up that is black and white. I dye my hair brown and wear all black. And I started my killings. Every time I see someone with a pig mask or with red hair and blue eyes, I kill them. So if you're male, red headed, and with blue eyes, you better watch out on Halloween