It was a dark, cold and stormy night; Lizzy peered into the darkness staring up at her ceiling.
The wind howled outside her bedroom window and the rain hit wickedly against the pane.
Lizzy took a deep breath in, a scent of damp musty air filled her nostrils and made her body shiver with disgust.
Her head felt cold and it spun like a merry-go-round.
Obsessive thoughts repeated over and over in her mind causing
her head to jerk back and forth.
These putrid thoughts of killing innocent people: Why couldn’t she control them?!
Why were they taking over her precious mind, body and soul?
She could smell the fresh blood of her victims as they lay their whimpering, gasping for their last breaths as she took one last blow to their head
with the crowbar and watched them in awe as they lay there dying.
The blood was so sweet, as sweet as a candied apple on a hot summer’s day.
She liked the way it trickled down their bodies and on the floor beside them in a thick pool. She liked the way they looked so lifeless and were cold as ice.
She didn’t understand why she didn’t feel bad for killing many innocent victims,
nor did she care.
This was a never-ending addiction for her and it was something
she was just born with.
“The only explanation, She was born Naturally Born Bad”!
“And she was unstoppable and unpredictable”.
No one ever knew when she was going to strike again for she would hide in the bushes
and wait until her prey had reached the target and then she would creep up behind them, strike them and watch them helplessly fall to the ground with a loud groan!
A sly smile spread on Lizzy's face as she lay thinking about it,
embracing in her evil glory.
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