Inky Blots (Final Part)






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'Never mistake my silence for weakness. No one plans a murder out loud.' When the line blurs between reality and make-believe, what happens next? (Final part! <3)

Inky Blots (Final Part)

In the early hours of the morning, police forces burst into our protagonist's house.

In the early hours of the morning, police forces burst into our protagonist's house. Alarms blaring, a shrieking cry, similar to that of a banshee's.

Plowing forward, they moved forward through the house to the basement.

Plowing forward, they moved forward through the house to the basement. A tip off from one of the neighbor's had proved helpful in locating their killer.

For what knowledge you readers do not possess, is that Sera was far from a normal girl with an overactive imagination.

For what knowledge you readers do not possess, is that Sera was far from a normal girl with an overactive imagination Well...

For what knowledge you readers do not possess, is that Sera was far from a normal girl with an overactive imagination Well... if you could call a murderer normal.

For what knowledge you readers do not possess, is that Sera was far from a normal girl with an overactive imagination Well... if you could call a murderer normal. As normal as a psychosis inducing pen, you could say...

It turned out, our supposed 'heroine' did not just write about violence-

It turned out, our supposed 'heroine' did not just write about violence- she was a hard believer in omitting it to.

The lines between reality and make-believe were fine, and Sera often found herself walking along them.

The lines between reality and make-believe were fine, and Sera often found herself walking along them. Yet the quiet town she lived in had never suspected that she was a killer.

After all, she seemed harmless, their only fear being that she would walk into the road due to her tendency to read all the time.

After all, she seemed harmless, their only fear being that she would walk into the road due to her tendency to read all the time. Nevertheless, investigations were still made- the people were growing restless.

Several citizens had gone missing and were all said to be connected by one thing.

Several citizens had gone missing and were all said to be connected by one thing. In the last hours of their lives,

Several citizens had gone missing and were all said to be connected by one thing. In the last hours of their lives, they had all come into contact with the severely awkward Sera.

Several citizens had gone missing and were all said to be connected by one thing. In the last hours of their lives, they had all come into contact with the severely awkward Sera. And none of them knew that this was their final mistake.

On further observations, there were found to be over 20 mutilated carcasses, all ages and all types.

On further observations, there were found to be over 20 mutilated carcasses, all ages and all types. All possessed ghastly injuries created from the crevices of the murderer’s mind.

After all, the pen doesn't have a favourite.

After all, the pen doesn't have a favourite. So neither did Sera.

After all, the pen doesn't have a favourite. So neither did Sera. So it could be said, she received a fitting end.

After all, the pen doesn't have a favourite. So neither did Sera. So it could be said, she received a fitting end. Locked in the pages of a book, her deeds documented.

After all, the pen doesn't have a favourite. So neither did Sera. So it could be said, she received a fitting end. Locked in the pages of a book, her deeds documented. THE

After all, the pen doesn't have a favourite. So neither did Sera. So it could be said, she received a fitting end. Locked in the pages of a book, her deeds documented. THE END.

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................................................................ Sera shut the notebook for the last time, content in the knowledge that her story would be found one day.

................................................................ Sera shut the notebook for the last time, content in the knowledge that her story would be found one day. Kicking past the severed, lifeless arm, she hid her final story in the hole under her bed, and set off for her car.

Because as you may know,

Because as you may know, the police station was a long drive away...

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