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Murders in Crescent Valley
‘’Tell me about it; I just don’t feel sympathy for Ton right now. I know that sounds awful but Tony really broke my heart tonight and I guess I’m a lile messed up about it.’’ ‘’Well Emma Jean Watkins is missing.’’ ‘’I see.’’ ‘’I suppose you don’t care about her either huh?’’ ‘’Not really,’’ ‘’You sound like a total psycho; you realize this don’t you?’’ ‘’ I guess so.’’ Briany laughed. ‘’I’m just a little messed up tonight I think a4er a good night’s sleep I’ll be able to grieve more properly.’’ ‘’I see well goodnight psycho.’’ ‘’Goodnight and Happy Birthday swee%e,’’ ‘’Thanks, later,’’ ‘’Later,’’ That night the youngest member of the Howard family dreamt horrible dreams. His name was Danny Howard and he was the youngest son of Margaret and Marshal Howard. In his dream Danny found himself walking through the gates of a carnival. Eerie, metallic carnival music blared out of the loud speaker. A clown approached the boy and handed him an orange balloon.
By DJ Robbinsabout a year ago in Chapters
Murders in Crescent Valley
Emma Jean stripped naked and folded the clothes at her feet. ‘’Now rest your chest across this hickory stump and arch your buocks high into the air. A whore like you doesn’t deserve to die with dignity.’’ Emma Jean reluctantly did as she was told. She cried and whimpered. ‘’Please God save me; I’m a wretched sinner.’’ The clown grabbed the girl by the back of the neck and stabbed her hard, repeatedly eighteen %mes in the face with the blade of the knife. Soon the dead girl’s face looked like ham covered in chocolate syrup. The blood dripped profusely out of the massive hole in the dead girl’s face. The maniac climbed back into the stolen truck and sped o1. The killer turned up the Radio and blasted dark, modern heavy metal music. His dirty, shaggy, brown hair hung down slightly past his slender shoulders. His feet were bare. He played over the murders he had just commied in his mind over and over again. First he pictured Tony gazing dumbly at him through the windshield of Tony’s own truck before ge>ng killed. He could s%ll hear the snapping of Tony’s bones as the truck squashed him. He could s%ll feel the skull give way when Tony stabbed Emma Jean hard through the face repeatedly. In his own mind the killer had done well. He felt he was purging the world of evil.
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Read this if you are in need for comfort
Hey there stranger! If you are reading this, I hope you are doing okay:) Even if you are not it is okay. I do not want to tell you to be optimistic or pretend to have it all together because I know how chaotic and messy life can be sometimes. While I know you are not feeling okay, that is why probably you have reached upon this video. I hope you remember that there are still so many days when life will feel lighter, where the beauty of nature will astonish you with the warmth of the sun and the somberness of the night.
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In a little, failed to remember town, there stood an old, haggard house at the edge of the backwoods. Individuals seldom cruised by, and the people who did, rushed their means, keeping away from the cool, shocking presence that appeared to leak from the obscured windows. The house had been deserted as far back as anybody could recollect, and its most unmistakable component was a huge, dark window on the upper floor. It was said that nobody could see through that window, regardless of the hour of day or how brilliant the daylight sparkled.
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Worth The Wait Part9. Content Warning.
Rami reclined in his office chair, idly twirling a set of Baoding balls in his left hand. Things were finally falling into place for him at the department. He had held the position of lead detective for over a year now, forging connections with colleagues both clean and corrupt, who had shown him the ins and outs of playing the game. Playing dirty never deterred Rami; if anything, it emboldened him. His father, a man well-acquainted with bending the law, had once told him, “Sometimes you’ve got to play the hand you’re dealt. And sometimes, you keep a few extra cards for leverage.” It was a lesson he never forgot. There were moments when he longed to stop looking over his shoulder, but the power had a way of consuming him. Each passing day made him feel more… untouchable.
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