The moon hung high in the sky. A perfect silver disk, bleaching the land into a ghost-like replica of daytime. Its supine rays endowing the island with an eerie glow, it seemed to radiate a cold majesty, its beauty bordering hypnotic. The name Ariel sprang unbidden to mind, she seemed to resemble the moon in every way possible. Her eyes cold and distant. Her skin pale, almost devoid of colour. I stared at the long winding stairs, the polished wood shone in the soft light of the chandelier above, the symmetry of the stairs threw the whole room into an organized chaos. The steps rose out of themselves, each one more smooth and perfect than the last, the green of the plants against the rich chestnut of the staircase offsetting the severity of
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Wiping my tears from my face, I released how silent the house was, the bathroom illuminated with an eerie glow, a feeling of dread settled itself at the pit of my stomach, my self-loathing and rage replaced by fear. The reticence only served to accentuate my feeling of vulnerability. A wave of nausea hit me again, staggering to my feet, I hobbled to the phone. The police had to know about Ariels death before the killer struck again, I let out a weak laugh, trying to mask my growing trepidation, a tinge of desperation laced my voice as I narrated the situation, my vulnerability grew by the second. A second wave of nausea hit me, a deluge of blood and vomit disemboguing from my mouth, a sickly amalgam of blood and chunks of vomit caking my legs and the floor around me. Feeling light-headed and nauseous, I walked towards the bed, not bothering to clean off the vomit and blood, slowly easing myself onto the bed, I felt the nausea subside, the world slowly becoming darker and darker, I felt it become harder to breathe second by second, two thoughts passed through my mind before the world grew completely dark. “Heil
Wiping my tears from my face, I released how silent the house was, the bathroom illuminated with an eerie glow, a feeling of dread settled itself at the pit of my stomach, my self-loathing and rage replaced by fear. The reticence only served to accentuate my feeling of vulnerability. A wave of nausea hit me again, staggering to my feet, I hobbled to the phone. The police had to know about Ariels death before the killer struck again, I let out a weak laugh, trying to mask my growing trepidation, a tinge of desperation laced my voice as I narrated the situation, my vulnerability grew by the second. A second wave of nausea hit me, a deluge of blood and vomit disemboguing from my mouth, a sickly amalgam of blood and chunks of vomit caking my legs and the floor around me. Feeling light-headed and nauseous, I walked towards the bed, not bothering to clean off the vomit and blood, slowly easing myself onto the bed, I felt the nausea subside, the world slowly becoming darker and darker, I felt it become harder to breathe second by second, two thoughts passed through my mind before the world grew completely dark. “Heil