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     Good morning, tired person, we have been informed the bird has been spotted again, flying over this very building. Her face is still covered in a dark black, much like the void she must have come out of. As she is circling this building I do not fear, dear, tired person, for she can not hurt me. 

[screeching in the background]

     If god has forsaken my home, he can not forsaken me! Moving on, this demon bird, she seems to have no motive, she only circles our little sleepy town, covering our sky in feathery black. There is nothing to be scared of, just don’t look into her hidden face, you don’t know what you will find. 

you turned off the tv. the news kept playing.

please. you think. just let me sleep.

but sleep is eating away at your fragile mind.

the tv blocks out what’s behind the walls,

They way the victim screams out with those blood curdling cries as their eye starts it's departure from their sockets

I love the way the oozing red liquid splatters when you throw the eye at the ground

Of course thats a waste of eyes

That's why I keep their eyes

You better not keep her waitingggg gggg

wwwwwwwwwww

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The axe landed a forceful blow on the unknowing victim. Their skull split open and a small line of blood trickled out of the wound after the blood had splattered on the kitchen floor. Their body slumped to the floor in a defeated manner and they gave one last shudder before going limp. Tea was almost done too, the aroma of it was tainted with the smell of blood.

Mother had taught her well indeed. Don't talk to anyone for fear of them finding out. Never let the victim see it coming. Use weapons around the victim so it seems more likely that someone around them did it. Always wear gloves, always.

But mother dearest didn't see her own demise coming. The leeches got her. The girl wonders where they came from. No matter.

She crouched down next to the body and stared at the half lidded eyes. They stared blankly at the ceiling, no sign that they had been moving about only seconds ago. She pulled back the eyelids and without hesitation plunged her fingers into the corpses eyes. The eye made a squelching sound as she pulled it out of the socket, the veins clinging onto it. With a firm yank she tore it away fully, and proceeded to do it to the remaining eye.

The way the blood stained her delicate fingers made her feel pretty. Mother said things like those were pretty.

But alas, the songbird had called for Mother but she also called for her daughter.

And then she finally made her way home.