(This in no way means im deppressed or anythying, i just felt like writing a very grusome murder story.)
She walked through the living room door and the curtains are open. 'Strange' she thinks because she lives on her own. The light flooded the room, hurting her fragile, hungover eyes. She chose to ignore it because she was too tired to worry. She walked through into the kitchen and put thne kettle on. Then she went to her bedroom, her bed was all made up. The sheets soft and smooth as if they'd just been recently ironed. 'Did I do that?' she thinks starting to panic now. The kettle boils. She power walks into the kitchen very worried now. The kettle was lying there on the floor. Boiling hot water spread out into a big puddle. 'I've go to get out!' she thinks. She runs through to the living room again and in the light flooded room stands the sillouhette of a man. 'Hi hunnie' He said.
That was what happened before she died. Experts say She broke her legs, her arms, one of her wrists and a couple of fingers. Her stomach was cut open and the floors painted with her blood(not litterally). Her ribs were all Yanked out and placed in a pile in the corner. The sun shimmered off those bones.
Thanks for reading, it wasnt as good as i wanted it to be, i just like the idea of the ribs in the corner 
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