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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        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?

        Well, It all began 3 months ago on a blistering hot summer day when Jamie had just returned from school. Woefully, he swept across the living room into his bright kitchen. The sun reflected off the bright orange walls. Just to his left was the ‘medical draw,’ as his mom used to call it. He swiftly opened it and pulled out a perky pink plaster, which was going to be put over his deep cut his chubby finger. After doing this Jamie lazily climbed up the newly laid laminate flooring into his dull bedroom. Something was different.

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        Gleaming through the normally closed curtains, the sunrays were directed towards a dirty rustled piece of paper. Curiously Jamie slowly crept towards it and softly opened it. The message was bold.

        THE END IS NIGH. Sending a shiver through Jamie’s fragile spine, the blooded writing gave him mixed emotions. How did he feel? Scared? Was a joke? He wasn’t sure but after a moment of pondering he realised it must be a family member. No change there, he muttered, my stepmother has never liked me and now she wants to intimidate me, well it isn’t going to work. Jamie seemed ...

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