Not So Original Murder

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Just before I start I wanted to say a couple of things about this story. To start off  if this was a movie it would at least be rated M if not MA so like I said in my previous post if you are under 13 please check with your parents before reading this. The other thing is this story is kind of open ended because I not quite sure if it is finished or not, I didn't get any comments back from my quick question post so I’m just kind of assuming that you guys don't really care to much whether they are finished or not.  Also today I am going to post a new section on my website which will be for any questions you might have about me or my stories.  So yeah that will be up soon hopefully. Just before I finish I wanted to tell you guys that I actually got the prompt for this story on Pinterest (if you want to follow me on Pinterest my name is Zoe Everdeen) so here the picture I got the prompt from.

 

Yeah that's about it for this post. As always I’m open to any feedback and without further ado scroll on to read Not So Original Murder  

Not So Original Murder 

It is 12 o'clock at night and you swear you can hear someone in the kitchen yet you are home alone. Quietly as possible you slip out of bed careful not to make it squeak. Silently you walk down the hall the only sound your bare feet padding across the ground. You can now see that the light is on in the kitchen your heart races as you call out “hello” your voice echoes down the hall

“I’m in the kitchen want a sandwich?” you jump about a mile high there really is someone in your Kitchen. Nervously you pad in a girl is sitting at your bench carefully making a sandwich for herself. As you walk in she turns to look at you smiling. You swear you know her face from somewhere you just can't place it. She smiles at you “so do you want on or not?” You can do nothing but nod she collects some things from your pantry and begins.  As she makes it you can’t help but notice that her fingers are stained with blood. You start to panic why the hell as her fingers stained with blood? She turns around to face you smiling. You panic almost yelling at her    “actually no I’m not hungry”. The smile leaves her face  

“OK then” she say through gritted teeth thrusting her hand into her pocket. “What a waste I made it just for you”

“What-what was in it?”  You say your voice trembling.

“Oh you know the usual ham, cheese, tomato, cucumber, poison to ” suddenly she flings her body at you pushing you to the wall and drawing a long kitchen style knife out of here pocket. Quickly she pushes the knife into your neck. A quick Simple death your vision blurs as you stumble over. That when you remember where you know her face from. All the wanted signs pasted around the block.