Night # 150 Taking Turns

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This next chilling tale is about a childhood concept that goes wrong.

I saw the children from a distance as I was walking my dog. I could not tell what was going on from a distance. I walked closer to them and that is when my dog started to whimper and break loose of my grip on his leash. I could see the blood on the sidewalk and I was deeply alarmed. I asked the children what happened and they did not speak.

I started to walk away to call the police when I heard one of the children speak. Do you want to take your turn first? I felt one of them hit me on my back and then they took turns stabbing me. I asked them why and they only had one answer as I bled out. "Momma always told us to take turns."

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