I will take what is my property
It can't be!
Boring...Boring! BORING!’ said Ellen as she switched off television, ‘seriously don’t people get bored, or is it just me?’
Ellen dragged herself to the kitchen, to fetch herself a snack, and the most frightening sight was awaiting. Ellen’s younger brother Gerald was lying down on the floor, not lying down, but lying dead on the floor, chest ripped open, blood drenched everywhere on the floor. Ellen let out a shriek. She looked over to her right, and on the wall it said ‘I will take what is my property’, and this message wasn’t an ordinary message written in graffiti spray or paint, it was written in Gerald’s blood.
Ellen dragged herself to the kitchen, to fetch herself a snack, and the most frightening sight was awaiting. Ellen’s younger brother Gerald was lying down on the floor, not lying down, but lying dead on the floor, chest ripped open, blood drenched everywhere on the floor. Ellen let out a shriek. She looked over to her right, and on the wall it said ‘I will take what is my property’, and this message wasn’t an ordinary message written in graffiti spray or paint, it was written in Gerald’s blood.
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well..short...its dedicated to ....ELLEN!
I wrote this story bcos i was at a *borin* sleepova!
wtv
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