The START of the Horror
One night. A night like no other, that you’ve ever seen in your life. It was the darkest, creepiest, and horror-filled night. It was the night of Halloween. The night had no stars, clouds and the moon was full and bright. People were dressing up as all sorts of characters and mythical creatures. Blood, guts you name it. These people who could scare the living daylights out of you, are the ones you call paranormal creatures who came back from the dead. This is all I could see from the sky. I’ve been watching my Siamese twin named Mary, She doesn’t know I was her long lost Siamese twin because our parents never told us. I found out which made me mad. I made them pay. BY DEATH. I don’t know how long I’ve been up here. The last time I remember from being alive was my first breath and something white and sharp getting launched into my heart. That just angered me even more. I flew down and landed with a thud. People stopped and turned to me with frightened expressions. Then they looked confused. “I’m who you would call Lucy, Mary’s Siamese twin, as you can see, I AM DEAD NOW IT’S YOUR TURNS TO DIE” I yelled. They looked at me and laughed. I chuckled evilly and made a shadow flame appear in my hand. Then it made all the light flicker like crazy. ”NOW DO YOU BELIEVE ME I AM THE GHOST TWIN OF MARY, NOW YOU’RE ALL GONNA DIE" I yelled in my ghostly voice. They all looked at me in fear. I smiled to myself and made the Shadow flame bigger and threw it to a teenage boy. On impact, he died and disintegrated into blood and guts. People looked at me and ran. I spawned a shadow flame knife. This was no ordinary knife. It could slice things without even touching the object. I watched as a married couple was running away. The wife was pregnant with Siamese twins. She was having the thought of killing one, like me. I killed her and the husband in one slice. nowhere is where the killing spree begins. With a couple sliced in half exposing their organs and insides for me to eat freshly. New record time, in under 2 minutes I killed 600 people. Let me tell you now it was the biggest bloodbath you would ever read or see in your life. There were people cut in half, people with missing organs, the town was painted red, all the police were a part of the bloodshed and there were at least 5 million people left for other creatures like me to kill. I was walking casually down the street where Mary lives. She was the same age as me. I think. I felt something go through my stomach. I looked down, it was a knife. Mary’s knife to be exact. I slowly turned around to see her right there in front of me. With a Mask?!. She was faking the braveness I could tell and she was fake twitching. “Hey, LoNg LoSt TwIn SiStEr,” I said with a little, well a lot of creepiness. “H-hi” was all she replied with then passed out. Easy Peasy Lemon Squeezy. I picked her up and carried her to the torture chamber in the nearest mansion. Which happened to be her house. In under 10 seconds, I strapped her down to the metal table and got to work. Her eye fluttered open before I even started. Well, I removed her voice so I could work on removing her soul. But not the screaming, because of whats the point of removing the screams the ruins the fun. Screams lovely Screams is all I can hear. In 2 minutes I managed to remove her soul. All I need to do with the soul is to get rid of it. Currently, Mary is sleeping after all that screaming. I teleported to the nearest mirror to get rid of this disgusting soul. This mirror is the mirror of all mirrors. It can make any soul appear to the other mirrors when the soul's caller or owner is calling its name. I walked back to the chamber to find Mary gone. Well, my job is done. I flew back into the sky and watched Mary.
~2016~
Overall these years I’ve seen Mary has changed her name to Bloody Mary. I can sense she is still looking for her long lost soul. Good luck Bloody Mary. You can’t get it cause I’ve got your soul. Now all you people out there. Remember I’m always there in the darkest corner, in your nightmares, and your shadow. Be wary and have sweet dreams. Now GO. TO. SLEEP.
R.I.P
Mary Bloody Rogers
Born 21st May 1973
Died 22nd May 2006
I MUST FIND MY SOUL DON’T FIND ME.
NOW Read this all again but in Donald Trumps Voice.
