-Murders of Sydney- "Tell me, was it nice" she muttered in a monotone voice but at the same time it was eerie. Like a voice trying to hypnotize you into telling the truth. My hands are shaking. I feel like vomiting. The room seems cramped and I feel like being choked- unable to breathe. "Did you do it brutally? Did you smash the face? How many times did you stab her?" the person continued interrogating me, but the thing is she enjoys doing it. "Don't lie. We're friends. Tell me everything." She smiled. her looks made me quiver and goosebumps. She then caressed my face- slowly and then grabbed it. "Tell me the truth!" she became violent and it's creeping me out. "Did you like it?" I couldn't move a finger since I was tied up. "Was it fun?" her gripped on my chin became aggressive and tighter that her nails are digging in. i tried to free myself from it but i couldn't then she slapped me hard. Tears welled up in my eyes. I saw her get shocked at what she had done but that didn't last when she slowly let out a laugh- light and then loud that it filled the whole room. It was creepy and dark. She became insane. She is unstoppable, out of her mind, and helpless. Why does she have to blame everyone with her doings? She is monstrous, a murderer. She is Sydney, and this is her murder story.