The person sat on the stairs of the house. She wouldnt be home for a little while longer. Little did Beatrice Higgens know, she was walking into a trap. After eating their cookies for a year and mucking company, it was time to get paid for it. They grabbed a silver knife from the pocket of their trench coat. Blood dripped onto the floor. They wiped it on the silk curtain covering the window. They saw the little old car pull up. As a smile spread across their face, they stepped away from the window to the door. As the garage opened, Ms Higgens hobbled on her cane. She looked up and the scream didn't even escape her lips before the bullet pierced her gut silencing her forever.
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the girl in the mansion
Mystery / ThrillerIn a quiet suburban neibourhood, bad things are happening. Girls are going missing and turning up dead in random places. Everyone blames the odd girl with the colorful hair who lives in the mansion at the end of the block.
