In the murky depths of the night, shadows danced a macabre waltz, concealing the sinister figure that prowled the darkness. With each menacing step, the echo of polished shoes reverberated like a grim omen, heralding the arrival of unspeakable terror.
He quietly beckoned for her in the dark like a hunter searching for his prey "Where are you?"
His voice stretched out all syllable as if he was playin a simple game of hide and seek. "Come out, come out wherever you are."
Magret could feel the hard earth beneath her feet. She was terrified, hot tears streaming down her cheek. She tried holding back her sobs as she hid beneath the porch of the small house she just escaped from. She could hear a creaking sound as his weight pressed onto the wooden boards above her. He was close.
She squeezed her body together as tight as she could hoping she'd become less noticeable. She could see her dress pulled up around her waist, exposing her thighs to the cold night air. Her arms and legs stung as the dirt made contact with the knife wounds he had given her earlier. She didn't bother to think about her wounds possibly getting infected, she was more worried about staying alive at the moment.
Less than 12 hours ago Magret had been attending Cassandra Jacobs' wedding. She didn't want to wear the pepper red bridesmaid's dress but Cassandra was one of her best friends. She remembered joking with Cassandra "this dress will be the death of me, I'll die of embarrassment wearing it! it's too long, it's pepper red and its taffeta!
At the time Cassandra laughed and said "oh stop, no matter what you'd still look good even in a garbage bag, taffeta ain't got a thing on you. plus, if you wear it… I'll buy you some red undies to match with the dress." The joke had caused Magret to laugh but she made sure Cassandra kept her promise.
After Cassandra's wedding ceremony, Magret had gone to the reception in the dress that made her feel like a walking red pepper. She remembered eating some dry salmon, making a fool out of herself with the chicken dance and even photobombing quite a few pictures. Josh the cute best man with the pretty blue eyes also came to mind. One look into his pretty blue eyes she had already fallen for him. Quite literally as she had accidentally tripped on her red monstrosity and had landed in his arms. This led to him asking her for a dance and the two seemed to hit it off. It had been quite a while since her last date and Magret was so looking forward to where things would lead that she even promised to meet him at his hotel room that night.
Magret tried to remember what happened after the reception but her head began to ache. She heard mewling noises and her eyes widened in panic as she noticed they were coming for her. She quickly covered her mouth as more tears strained down her cheeks, the footsteps had made their way off of the porch. She could hear the crunch of gravel as he walked close by. "Where are you?" He slowly asked again. Magret shuddered.
The last thing she recalled was walking down her red Kai, then everything went blank. Less than fifteen minutes ago she woke up to an old song. Magret held herself in her now torn red dress, her shoes were gone and she now had what looked like a shallow knife wounds on her arms and legs. She was too scared to scream. She was on a bed that wasn't hers, in a room she couldn't recognize and she was bleeding. When she looked around she was startled by what she saw. Knives, swords, machete-like weapons Decorated the walls. She thought about grabbing one but they were all secured in place. Luckily for her, Magret had taken a few self-defense lessons that taught her to stay calm in crazy situations. She heard someone moving around in the room next door. She didn't have time to grab a weapon, she needed to escape.
She came down from the bed and tiptoed to the nearby window, she unlocked it and looked behind her before slowly pushing the window open. A loud banging from the other room caused her to jump. She turned her head and didn't see anyone behind her. The music continued to play and she took a deep breath as she snuck out her only possible escape and found herself in the middle of nowhere.
She looked around and saw nothing but land and trees. She felt a sob get caught in her throat as her idea of asking a nearby neighbor for help quickly died. There was nowhere to hide, she couldn't help to think that there was no amount of self-defense classes that could save her from this nightmare. On instinct, she went around the house to see if there was any car she could escape in. There was a van but there was no keys inside, it was then that she noticed that the song had stopped playing. Whoever did this to her would soon notice she was missing. She saw that the porch was a couple of feets from the ground. It would be a tight fit but she squeezed herself under it.
Come out, come out wherever you are" the voice called out to her again. Magret wanted to escape as fast as she could but that seemed so impossible to achieve.
"I know you're here, I can still smell your blood you know" he took a deep breath into the air and then smirked his lips with satisfaction.
"I just want to play, don't you want to play with me?" He was speaking in a cajoling voice but his pouty tone frightened Magret. She stayed deathly still, she could see his polished leather shoes beneath the porch. She heard him step onto the porch then back inside. She heard the song turn back on again, she was still silently sobbing with her eyes shut when she heard him again.
"I see London, I see France, I see your red underpants!"
Her anguished cry, a symphony of despair, was drowned by the cacophony of his twisted laughter, a chilling melody that echoed through the night air. With a cruel tug, he yanked her forward, eliciting a tortured wail as pain seared through her trembling frame.
Beyond the confines of the porch, she thrashed and pleaded, her frantic pleas for mercy falling upon deaf ears shrouded in the anonymity of masks. Blind to the imminent threat that loomed over her, she fought against her restraints with futile desperation, unaware of the lethal blade poised to strike.
In the heart-wrenching moment of betrayal, the sharp sting of metal tore through her flesh, stealing her breath in a violent gasp of agony. Crimson rivers flowed freely, staining the night with the mark of her shattered innocence.
As life ebbed from her broken form, fragmented memories of a lost love danced through her mind like specters of the past. In the fading twilight of her existence, she clung to the fleeting hope of reunion, her thoughts drifting to Josh, the embodiment of all she had lost. Amidst the crimson tide of her demise, she wondered if he still waited, his eyes a beacon of solace in the darkness that enveloped her soul.
As the darkness descended, enveloping her in its cold embrace, Magret's consciousness teetered on the edge of oblivion. Amidst the haze of pain and despair, fragments of memories flickered like distant stars in the night sky.
She recalled the warmth of Josh's embrace, the tender caress of his fingers against her skin. In his eyes, she had found solace, a refuge from the chaos of the world. But now, as her life ebbed away, she clung to his memory like a lifeline, a flicker of hope in the encroaching darkness.
With each shallow breath, she whispered his name, a prayer offered up to the heavens in a final, desperate plea for salvation. But the heavens remained silent, offering no reprieve from the cruel hand fate had dealt.
And so, as the last vestiges of life slipped away, Magret surrendered to the void, her thoughts consumed by the bittersweet echo of what could have been. In the end, all that remained was the haunting melody of regret, a mournful lament for the love she had lost and the life that slipped through her fingers like grains of sand.
In the aftermath of tragedy, the night hung heavy with the weight of sorrow and loss. A somber silence settled over the scene, broken only by the distant cry of a lone wolf, mourning the passing of another lost soul.
The killer, shrouded in the cloak of darkness, lingered for a moment, his gaze fixed upon the lifeless form crumpled at his feet. A twisted smile played upon his lips, a grotesque parody of triumph as he reveled in the chaos he had wrought.
In the cold light of dawn, as the first rays of sunlight pierced the darkness, the killer turned away, his footsteps fading into the night like a ghostly echo of the horrors he had unleashed.
And in the silence that followed, the world mourned the passing of another lost soul, a tragic reminder of the darkness that lurked within us all.
Magret's lifeless form lay sprawled upon the ground, a haunting tableau of innocence lost and dreams shattered. In death, her features were serene, a stark contrast to the brutality of her demise. Yet even in her final moments, the flicker of hope remained, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit in the face of unspeakable tragedy.
As dawn broke on the