Her eyes had the most terrifying yet divine piercing stare as her heavy feet hit the hard , rough pavement as if it where soft as air, she spoke, her voice was kind and sweet yet her words made my blood curdle
as if a snakes venom had began to run through my veins and liquid metal had been injected into my fragile bones. The girl wasn't pretty nor ugly she was more like the unknown than anything else with her long knotted silver hair that shined in the sunlight and her smile, oh that ever so piercing smile that when she wanted shot fear in to anyone; she wore it like a gun, ugly and damaged but mesmerising.
I sat there in the small arcade connected to the the dark and musty bowling alley, the blaring noise of screaming voices and heavy pins being knocked over pierced my ears like a needle. "Sickening" I spoke in a damaged and morbid tone as if the reaper himself had his ice cold lips pressed against my own sending waves of corruption throughout my pathetically weak body. "I'm going to tear you apart" the words echoed through my busy mind. So insignificant. So deviant malevolent.
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Sick Blood
Horror"You're not a good person, are you?" I stepped closer my feet dragging on the pavement. Straightening my spine I stood up at my full height. I lent over her shoulder putting my mouth to her ear so that she could feel my warm breath "they think I'm i...
