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"So, just click 'post new entry', copy and paste, 'submit' and we will all be able to jump inside the crazy imagination on Ava Owens." Kyle gave me the lovley synopsis.

"Great. Thanks. Sorry. Yeah. All that."

"Your welcome. Don't worry about it. Yes. And I get it." Kyle replied. God, sometimes this girl really gets me. "But, I better be going. You have a lot to type." And sometimes she doesn't.

But she did leave. And I did type. Boy, did I type.

The background of the killer. Murdered in the insane asylum. Some crazy doctors tests deformed him. Always wears a "scream" mask to hide his face. Kills beautiful people, because he is jealous.

God, where do I get these ideas? I am a freak.

But think of the money. Imaginations like this can make millions.

Freaks make millions.

I had the girls. The victims. All beautiful.

I was ready to plot a killing.

The fluffy down comforter hugged Carmeen's hispanic curves as she snoozed. Her lace eye cover covering her eyes, her delicate nose breathed in the light air on the warm night that was May 10th.

Perfect, I am even using tonights date. I hope that scares the girls.

Unfortunatly, she wasn't to be seen for long.

"I've been watching you."

She awoke to that voice. She thought she was still dreaming.

"I've been following you."

She looked around. It was dark. She was too much of a ditz to remember her eye mask was still on.

The shatter of glass reminded her.

15 minutes later the fluffy down comforter was now hugging the many pieces of Carmeen Coztellez. Fortunatly, none of them could tell about the brutal experience she had faced.

I didn't know what else to type. Should I tell how she was killed? Should I not? Do I even know? Will my dreams tell me?

I decided to just post this. It would be a conversation around the lunch table.

Copy.

Paste.

Submit.

I would be making bedtime tonight.