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The weirdest occurrence happened. I did my last kill for the night and was about to go back to my hideout (a new one,
I sprinted down the street and turned a corner towards... a playground.
Back and forth... Back and forth... Back and forth...
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She was looking at me the whole time. I stood there, I was still crouching in the darkness. She had stopped swinging, and was now frozen, like I was. I kept my eyes locked on her as she stood up. She had something behind her back, and wiggled her finger, gesturing me to go over to her...
I was a bit confused as to where the girl went, where she came from, or what she was doing there in the dark. Now that I think about it, she
I saw her again the next night after another kill. That tall, stick-like girl. I found her and followed her, and got a closer look, but in better light. While under a streetlamp, I saw that, in fact that she wore no shoes, only stripped, black and white stockings and sleeves. She had tight, grey shorts and a red t-shirt. And her hair was blue, I
Later, I realized she was following me, and I lost her eventually. She reminded me of Slenderman in some way, tall, thin, stalking, even came and went randomly. "What have I done?" I thought. "Is she going to stalk me until we kill each other? Or maybe
The next night was very different from the night before, when I thought she was friendly. Friendly my foot, turns out she had a croquet mallet behind her back before on the playground. I went to find out if she was at the playground again, and there she was. She gestured to me with her finger again, and I moved toward her with curiosity. What an idiotic idea that was!
Next thing I knew, I ducked under a croquet mallet being swung over my head like a baseball bat! She chased after me for a few blocks before I jumped over a dumpster as an old man passed by. Again, she seemed to gracefully and quickly glide away into the darkness. As for that old man? He
I met her back at the playground again the next night. I knew she was waiting for me, as was I for her. I gripped my knife and walked up to her, and I finally spoke.
What a terrible sight!
I felt so happy, I had a friend now, and she knew I was beautiful.
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