August 3, 1976
I run into the basement of my house, and hide. I was running from the police, but I knew I would be caught. I had just killed 300 people at an office building.
I stand, hardly able to breath from fear.
And then...I died. I was sure of it. I had closed my eyes, took one, final breath.... And died.
And then I began to breath again. My pain was gone. My tears.... Vanished...... My scars....... No more. I was perfectly healthy and alive.
How? What was going on? Why am I still here?!
The truth is..... I wasn't.
Because I stood, staring at my dead body.
The police found my body, and a doctor eventually came and took my body, and I watched him take me away.
Yet I stayed alone, in my house..... Until she came along.
Now what made her think she could just walk into a serial killers home like that?
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Still Here
HorrorA mass murderer has died in his house. Now he watches as an college girl named Kumari moves in. Will he torment her or leave her be?
