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Realistic or Modern ๐”น๐•๐• ๐• ๐••๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ฃ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•ช.

๐‚๐Ž๐Œ๐Œ๐”๐“๐„ ๐’๐“๐€๐‹๐Š๐„๐‘ ๐’๐“๐‘๐ˆ๐Š๐„๐’ ๐€๐†๐€๐ˆ๐?

Following on to the string of grisly murders that have been terrorizing the sleepy town of [REDACTED], a new victim has been found two days ago. Police are still shy about the details, but a little birdie told me it was a local student making her way to her dorms. Pretty in character for this case.

If you've been following our writings on the Commune Stalker, you'll know this guy strikes most during the early morning and early evening. You know, commune time. Not a very smart name if you ask me. Lame murder techniques I can forgive, but at least give this guy (or gal? Equal opportunities) a good name. But I digress. Check out the other news if you haven't already, but so far we got about 7 victims and they were all either stabbed or shot to death. Classic.

Pretty gruesome. Now, you guys already know I always have the gritty details ready; badabing, badaboom. Crime scene photos! Yes, yes, from the new one. Poor girl got massacred... if you dare click on the photos you'll see for yourself.

We'll see what next week will bring. Probably a new body, because what kind of progress are the police making in finding this guy? You already know the answer - nada, nitzh, zip. Seriously, how hard is it to find one murderous psychopath in this town?

( excerpt from a true crime blog, following the commune stalker killings. updated a week ago. )
 
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A detective with a stormy past, a crippling fear of drowning and a brother he'd give everything up for. During the day he solves murders and during the night he struggles to win Monopoly Monday at the office.

Oh. And he happens to be a sadistic serial killer, evading police and witnesses alike while plunging the town into a darkness of fear.

Small details.
 
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Stepping out of college and into the real world isn't easy, especially when your roommate has a fixation on noxious air freshener and decorative rocks to make your dreams haunted. All in all, Cody thinks he's managing well enough - after all, a mechanical engineering degree is nothing to scoff at.

He thinks he could do even better without the feeling of being constantly being watched.
 

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Innocence was never a virtue. Intrinsic to most, but not to him, never to him.
For the cold, a once scary monster that beckoned him from the depths of his closet, that often called him son, had since become a friend of his. Apart of him, like a shadow; he was it and it, he.
People often say that itโ€™s never too late to change something- anything about yourself.
But as he peers down at calloused, bloodied hands he smiles to himself;

Itโ€™s always too late.
 
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A lost cause. A man whose turbulent history insists upon making an entrance; one that he can rarely run from.
Heโ€™s an awkward thing, a fawn learning how to walk for the first time. Scrawny legs uncertain, staggering with each step. He takes life in this very same disposition, although often presenting himself as otherwise. A friendly face in a dreary workplace. Reliable. Someone youโ€™d trust with watching your baby or saving your seat. After all, the brunet was often one to dream of becoming the one stability the Hamilton brothers had failed to meet all those years before.

A humorous,
hardly put-together older brother. Thatโ€™s what he always was and thatโ€™s what heโ€™d always be, he reckons.
And yet, thereโ€™s nothing in the older sibling handbook that prepares you for the day you realize that your baby brother, your dearest boy, is far more capable than youโ€™d imagined.
For better or for worse.
 
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If rose-coloured glasses were a person.
A grown-up who refuses to relinquish his child-like purity and join the real world, the aforementioned roommate is very much a -erโ€ฆ deeply positive individual. Why his grandfather always told him he had a heart the size of Mount Everest, and the old man always meant it. For there standing before him was a mere boy threatening him into eating with a butter knife pointed readily.
 
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Big and round and great, her eyes were. Just like the moon.

Prettily the car's headlights reflected off that deep brown, making it shine like a hearth in full fire. How they stared at him in accusation, all doe-lashes and delicate bone. 'Look at what you've done,' they seemed to say, 'you've killed me.' Every move of his they followed, even as blood and light left them empty.

Her soft curls were long gone in the struggle, laying now in the wet grass; no longer mousy brown, now black and matted with blood. The earth is thirsty for it, drinking deep.

Gravel sings under his boots. What was her name again?

It doesn't matter anymore. Now, she is only a body they'll drag out in the morning, washed up in river mud and twigs; like so many before her. The man ties her up in black plasticxand kicks. She doesn't sink quietly.

From his car, the radio speaks;

''...Following on the grisly murders this Monday, the Sleepy Hollow Police Department ask everybody to remain indoors and to remain vigilant. Report all suspicious activity. Lock your windows and lock your doors.''

They did not say what everybody else knew;

''The Chemist is back. The Chemist is back, and you're next. Tell your family you love them. Hide.'''

The man who killed the woman who is at the bottom of the lake is not the Chemist. He did not like the sound of that name.

A hand tightens around the slippery knife, and he think-says to himself;

''What'd the cowboys always say in the movies?''

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In another place in this little town, an old woman sat in her house of locked windows and locked doors. She hears the same thing and does not clutch a bloodied knife. She only shivers by the TV, takes out her phone.

''Stay safe, Jae-Eun. It's not safe out there.''

She sends the message. Thinks for a second longer, and then sends an animated heart.

''By the way, how is work?''
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