Calm yourself and hold perfectly still

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You don't know how much time passes in silence, the only sounds you can hear being your own rapid breathing.
You don't know how much time passes in silence, the only sounds you can hear being your own rapid breathing.
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Just as you are beginning to hope that whoever is out there missed you, an arm grabs you  from behind, wrapping itself tightly around your chest.
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Just as you are beginning to hope that whoever is out there missed you, an arm grabs your hair from behind, pulling your head back and forcing you to arch your body and stand on your tip-toes.
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Then you feel a stinging pressure against your throat, sliding from left to right.
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Then you feel a stinging pressure against your crotch. You look down as best you can, fighting the grip around your throat do do so. You watch sick with horror, as the killer pushes the blade of his machete into your body, then rips upward, splitting you in two from crotch to chest.
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Your killer holds you motionless until your blood stops flowing out of your severed throat and your heart stops beating.  
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Your death is painful and gruesome. The last thing you see is your intestines spilling out of your belly.  
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Current revision as of 01:17, 13 June 2018

You freeze, instantly. You hold your breath and listen to the sounds of the night, hoping you're wrong, hoping you won't hear another branch breaking.

You left the shelter of the tree, and you are now exposed. However, you are too scared to move. You hope that if you stand still, whoever is out there won't see you.

You don't hear anything more. The night is silent, creepy. Your throat feels dry, and your heart is thumping rapidly.

You don't know how much time passes in silence, the only sounds you can hear being your own rapid breathing.

Just as you are beginning to hope that whoever is out there missed you, an arm grabs your hair from behind, pulling your head back and forcing you to arch your body and stand on your tip-toes.

Then you feel a stinging pressure against your crotch. You look down as best you can, fighting the grip around your throat do do so. You watch sick with horror, as the killer pushes the blade of his machete into your body, then rips upward, splitting you in two from crotch to chest.

Your death is painful and gruesome. The last thing you see is your intestines spilling out of your belly.


Slasher's Body Count:
Live:No one
Dead:Nikki, Tomas, Andrew, Chris, Jackie, You
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