Name: Amelia Cooperschlon
Age of Death: 16
Cause of Death: Multiple deep cuts along her body; Broken neck.
Amelia was a straight-laced girl. She tried her best to follow the rules (when they weren't boring) and was helpful when she thought it would benefit her. Her kindness was driven by the thought that she would get something from it.
Her father was a cop, after all. She was nice in front of him, and made sure she followed his rules. When he was watching.
There were many accounts of crime in their little town, mostly petty theft, but there had been a recent surge of kidnappings. Only one body of the five who disappeared was found. Amelia was scared of this. Wasn't everyone? She tried her best to be safe, when walking home, on a crisp, fall day, but
then
she heard it
and
the lights
went out.
She awoke, tied to a wooden crate taped to a cardboard box, that served as a sort of chair. The rope on her hands burned the soft skin of her palms. She could hear something rustling, clinking behind her.
Shiiing.
The sound of a knife, pulled from a wooden stand.
Wham. Wham. Wham.
Loud, echoing footsteps drawing ever closer.
A moment passed. And then another.
Then came the pain. The feeling of hundreds of spiders with razor sharp legs, dragging, pulling across any exposed skin. She felt the hot sensation of blood as it oozed out of the tiny, red slits. The red mixed with the clear of her tears and sweat, and then
The burly hands that held the knife
Took hold onto her jaw
And started to twist.
Amelia tried to shout, to move, to do something, but the pain everywhere she touched, everywhere she looked, and then something in her neck gave with a pop.
And she
closed her
eyes so she
could go
to
sleep.
She now roams the earth, sealing people mouths, so they cannot speak up when faced with a fatal dilemma. So that they might join her.
See something, say nothing.
Before:
Demon:
