- I feel my back rub against the oak tree and as I hear twigs cracking and leaves rustling from the other side. I look around the tree and see this guy with a mask dragging this girl with her stomach following right behind her. I let out a gasp and he looks up and I see these bright piercing green eyes that just put you in a trance as he looked over at the tree I swiftly move back behind around. As I hear twigs cracking closer and closer to me and all I can do is not move or make one sound. I see his hand on the bark of the red oak. As his hand get closer and closer to my arm a deer darts out from behind a bush so he went back to dragging that girl, the cold bodied girl. I wait for him to get to the old broken down shed. *slam* I hear the shed door slam against the wood. I race towards the end of the woods as I feel the twigs under my feet crack and snap I look behind me and I see nothing then I look to the front of my direction I see these piercing green eyes with a gun in one hand a rope in the other. I stop dead in my tracks and feel my blood go cold “it couldn’t be. . . Could it”. As I stand there looking at his mask I feel something come up behind me. I turn around to feel a handle of a shotgun against my face. The world goes black, my skin goes cold. All I can feel is my body against the cold wet leaves.
- by _pluglife_ |
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- | Submitted on 08/07/2010 |
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- Title: my murder story
- Artist: _pluglife_
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- Date: 08/07/2010
- Tags: murder story
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