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Slicing into the innocent flesh the sharp blade glinted as Jamie screamed in agonising pain. Replying to the shriek was a sickening, deep, menacing chuckle escaping from the dark shadow

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PHSYCO Slicing into the innocent flesh the sharp blade glinted as Jamie screamed in agonising pain. Replying to the shriek was a sickening, deep, menacing chuckle escaping from the dark shadow. It slashed again. Oozing out of the severed flesh, the blood smothered the attic floor. Slashing against the window the rocketing rain drowned out the cries for help. Jamie felt so alone in the black attic as everything surrounding him was hiding in the mysterious shadows. Extremely dark shadows. Appearing from the gleaming moon was the only light, which was just about bright enough to make the spillage of deep blood visible. The room smelt musky and was chilling. The air tasted devastatingly dry as Jamie gasped for his last breaths. Suddenly it all ended. No more laughter, no more shrieking, just one swift, sharp stab. The blade gently slid through the thick flesh. It felt exhilarating. Jamie's corpse slid softly onto the hard, wooden floor, into a pool of blood. Finally it was all over, but for what reason? ...read more.

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Jamie seemed very assured of himself. "Get down here now Jamie Hackett," the devil herself screamed. Cautiously Jamie crept down the shiny stairs to meet a towering Mrs Jones. "The school have just rang, and you have been fighting again! Wait until your father hears about this you will be in big trouble, now get to your room and don't come back down until called!" Daring not to disobey he set off back to his bedroom, but now he believed he'd conclusive evidence it was her. I haven't been in a fight at school; she must be making it up, conniving bitch. Agonising weeks passed and similar incidents happened. Jamie consistently got brutally accused of disruptive and violent behaviour at school by his stepmother. Angrily his father also began to become involved, she had him tightly wrapped around her skinny little fingers. Jamie was extremely confused and could not see a way out of the upsetting situation. Weeping in his dark bedroom, Jamie decided he'd had enough of the abuse and was going to confront her, once and for all. ...read more.

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Surely his loving father will protect him. As night approached Mr Hackett returned from work stumbling through the old oak door. Simultaneously Jamie came downstairs slightly grazing past his stepmother, who dramatically fell to the floor. Mr Hackett glared at young Jamie and immediately. "I told you!" she screamed menacingly as she nursed her phantom injury, "he's always the same. You don't believe me do you? You never believe me" Miss Jones wouldn't quit wining. A subtle smirk cheekily appeared across Jamie's face. His father, reacting the only way he knew how, lunged his fist, which came crashing against Jamie's smooth face. He'd had enough. They'd all had enough. "Get to your room now boy" he shrieked. In the morning, full of remorse, Mr Hackett tentatively opened his son's bedroom door. He gasped. Jamie's mutilated corpse slumped lifeless on the hard, wooden floor How such a frenzied attack could have taken place was a mystery. It remained a mystery. Washing up in the kitchen miss Jones smiled. The sleek knives glinted almost like jewels in the sunlight. She wiped them carefully, putting them to an unwilling rest and closed the rusty drawer. ...read more.

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