The way the streetlights illuminated the dark, aged cobblestone of the city I used to call home always seemed to bring me a sense of peacefulness. But not on this night. The lights gleamed with a tinge of red, the cobblestone streets which I've walked down since I was just a child had a cold and unwelcoming look to them. Tonight is different. Everything is different. Like a dark, suffocating cloak had been draped over the town. What is happening here? And why the fuck did I come back?
As I walked down the street I counted each and every stone, just as I used to, observing the renovated but still oddly familiar storefronts . One, two, three, four, fuck. Another one. A body. A young, beautiful women. She can't be over 25 years old. I imagined how her crystal blue eyes once gleamed with ambition, full of joy. Now those same eyes look grey and sunken, the life sucked from them. This is the third one I found so far. Scattered throughout the streets like some sort of disgusting art display. But nevertheless, I'll continue. One, two, three, four, five, six, fuck. …show more content…
It was November 1st, also known as "The Day of the Dead" ironically. Halloween was just the night before, kids ran up and down the streets in pure glee, receiving free candy from smiling elders and not so happy teenagers. But the people of Goulcrest woke up to more than just stomach aches and cavities the next day. The bodies of Amanda Longstaff and Mike Herald were found in the middle of Crimson Avenue. Both suffered blunt force trauma to the skull and were defaced with a large triangle cut into the centre of their chest. .And every day since there has been two bodies found. And when I say found, I don't mean I searched for them. The killer leaves them in streets, in all their glory. The bastard is taunting us, he wants us to know he knows he doesn't
As I walked down the street I counted each and every stone, just as I used to, observing the renovated but still oddly familiar storefronts . One, two, three, four, fuck. Another one. A body. A young, beautiful women. She can't be over 25 years old. I imagined how her crystal blue eyes once gleamed with ambition, full of joy. Now those same eyes look grey and sunken, the life sucked from them. This is the third one I found so far. Scattered throughout the streets like some sort of disgusting art display. But nevertheless, I'll continue. One, two, three, four, five, six, fuck. …show more content…
It was November 1st, also known as "The Day of the Dead" ironically. Halloween was just the night before, kids ran up and down the streets in pure glee, receiving free candy from smiling elders and not so happy teenagers. But the people of Goulcrest woke up to more than just stomach aches and cavities the next day. The bodies of Amanda Longstaff and Mike Herald were found in the middle of Crimson Avenue. Both suffered blunt force trauma to the skull and were defaced with a large triangle cut into the centre of their chest. .And every day since there has been two bodies found. And when I say found, I don't mean I searched for them. The killer leaves them in streets, in all their glory. The bastard is taunting us, he wants us to know he knows he doesn't