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Who is janine :joker:
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What a bitch creep is :fist:
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Creep D:
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Omg the title I just noticed :laugh:
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DT had decided to investigate the murders. He couldn't just stand by and watch as people young enough to be his children were being butchered by a maniac. A few other members had received clues through various means that DT had compiled and he cross referenced the clues from the members with the details of the murders and came up with a location, an abandoned office building that was a potential base of operations for the killer. He had almost forgotten that he used to be an excellent police officer and he felt a pang of despair at the thought of his skills going to waste in his current job as a Security Guard.
He had joined the forum as a way to stay connected to his past, he loved to discuss crime stories with everyone else, he spent hours batting around theories on unsolved crimes and had found several solid and lasting friendships in the process. He longed for those days and felt bitter at what the forum had become. It had become more vicious in both content and it's members. If it weren't for the murders he would have left by now. Several of those that remained on the forum - he'd noticed that a handful had stopped posting, probably out of fear but possibly out of far worse reasons - continued to speculate and accuse each other. The forum's administrator remained chillingly silent, prompting some to even accuse him of doing it. The realisation that no one actually knew who he - or she - is was quite the cherry on top. He arrived at the Office Building - the front door had been forced open. DT cautiously entered the building and followed the trail of disturbed dust and debris to a door on the third floor. He could see light coming through the gaps in the door frame. His heart raced as he reached for the door handle. |
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Creep entered her greenhouse and the countless flowers housed within were all in bloom. She smiled as each one reminded her of a 'friend'. She would plant a flower for every poor soul she helped as a way of remembering them. She felt some envy towards them, She once tried to commit suicide but her parents intervened and now she felt trapped in a life she had long wanted to end. Unwilling to let her go, her parents kept her under lock and key and treated her less like a human and more like a bird in a gilded cage.
She couldn't end her own life but she soon discovered that by 'helping' her friends end their lives, she could die vicariously through them and the feeling of release at doing so was intoxicating. Creep's parents had no idea about her new 'hobby'. They saw her greenhouse as something life affirming, Creep enjoyed imagining their reactions if they ever found out what the green house actually symbolised. She was too busy in her thoughts to notice that someone had sneaked into the greenhouse - it was only when she turned round and was impaled through the stomach with a pair of shears that she realised she was going to die. She couldn't help but smile though the pain. 'Do...it.....kill me....' She said weakly. The killer obliged in a sadistic fashion. The shears were prised open while they still lodged in her stomach; the blades tore at the wound opening it up sideways. It was a struggle but the killer perservered. Eventually the wound was so wide that Creep's innards spilled grotesquely onto the floor. She fell to her knees and closed her eyes for the last time. The killer looked at her face and felt a chill run down their spine. Creep had smiled throughout the pain and that same smile endured in death and it was terrifying. The killer entered the house and looked through her laptop. Going through her Skype archives, there were possibly a hundred different chats that all seemed to end with Creep encouraging them to commit suicide. The killer knew she was twisted but seeing what she had done made their blood run cold. It was in that moment that they realised they had encountered something of pure evil and that the memories of Creep would stay with them until their last day. |
Bye marsh
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The office was devoid of life, killer or otherwise. The Killer had certainly been here though, DT could see documents detailing the lives of his victims. The killer knew everything about his victims before striking. DT could tell that the killer was both insane and meticulous in their approach to murder, a dangerous combination.
DT had hoped to find some clues as to who the next target was but all he could find was the files on the previous victims and screenshots of the forum that detailed private conversations between different members. Not wanting to linger, DT grabbed the files and screenshots from the forum and quickly left the building. He was going to figure this out one way or another. |
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I loved that Creep story :flutter:
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Great death story :clap1:
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Sorry to see you go Marsh :sad:
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I liked the dying vicariously bit... nice touch
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Well done Marc, glad you survived that.
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Well done Marc , nasty way to go Marsh .
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Something new coming at 9 :)
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*helicopters on top of the kitchen table*
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I mean sorry to see you die, Marsh
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I have just bloody disinfected the kitchen
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