Even in Death
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Thread Topic: Even in Death
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LOL at the 'That really IS approppriate'
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(well, it is!)
'Damnit.' I muttered, climbing to my feet. 'What a nightmare!' -
I brushed myself off and shook my head. 'sorry.' I told the corpse in my bed.
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Oh, My... Jeffy.
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I figured it must've been the overhelming guilt that made me act this way. It must've been. 'It was just a nightmare.' I told myself, over and over again.
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Though I knew it was all just a bad dream, I couldn't fall asleep again. My victim's ghostly screams echoed in my mind, continously looping like a broken record. I spent most of the night sobbing into my pillow, like a frightened child.'I'm sorry...' I weeped. 'I'm sorry...'
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Many weeks later...
'Stay still!' I growled, clutching onto my handcuffs and the man's wrists. His name was Tracy Edwards. -
'Get the Hell off me!' Tracy growled, struggling wildly. I managed to handcuff one of his wrists. I grabbed a butcher knife and forced him into my bedroom.
'Take your fhawking clothes off.' I told him.
'No way, man!' he objected.
'Do it, or I'm gonna fhawking cut your heart out and eat it!' -
'You're a PSYCHO!!!' Tracy screamed. He spotted the pictures of mangled bodies in my bedroom, along with the corpse on my bed and the acid drum. He balled his hand into a fist and swung it at my face, connecting with my cheek. Then, his foot collided with my stomach.
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Abruptly, the knife fell from my hand. Tracy hastily rushed out. 'Ohhhh...' I groaned, steadily getting up.
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'CRAZY!' I heard Tracy shout, from outside the building. 'PSYCHO!'
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He cussed furiously as he stomped away. I didn't chase after him.
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After a while, I heard knocking on my door. I opened it. Tracy stood there, accompanied by two police officers.
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Uh oh.
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(Yes, uh-oh, indeed)
'Hello, officers.' I nodded.
'Mr Dahmer, we need to look around your apartment.' one of the officers told me.
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