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A tall black figure moved in the doorway. It was starring right at her. She could feel the irritation coming from it. She could smell a strange musty sent. Her six-year-old mind told her to just ignore it. After all ghosts can't actually hurt you.

"Hey! Space case wake up," Lillian's friend said waving a hand in front of her face. "Hello, anyone home?" Lillian was now 17, but that didn't stop the old, incomplete memories from tormenting her.

"Huh?" Lillian said looking up at Rose's fiery orange eyes and her plump red limps that were pulled down in a frown. Her orange curls tumbled around her face as she looked at Lillian. Rose's green Aeropostle tee-shirt matched her shoe's and belt, while Lillian's plain yellow shirt barely matched her yellow and blue flip- flops. Both girls were average in size, however Rose had much larger breasts and bottom and Lillian was a lot taller.

"You didn't hear a word I said did you?" Rose said in irritation.

"Well, I heard some of it," Lillian said rambling a little.

"Okay, if you heard me then what did I say?" Rose asked.

Lillian stopped and thought for a second looking at the stuff on her plate the school calls food. "You were saying stuff about the committee and homecoming."

Rose let out an exasperated sigh, "Lilly, I swear!" They picked up their trays and went to the trashcans. " I was trying to tell you that... " Rose stopped when she saw Lillian wasn't paying any more attention to her than a two year old would to spinach. Rose pulled her head up next to Lillian's to follow her not so distant gaze. Lillian stood frozen staring at the group of guys standing around talking. Rose smiled mischievously and walked behind Lilly. She anchored herself on a post and pushed Lilly as hard as she possible could and ran.

Lilly let out a shocked cry and fell right on the one guy she'd been starring at. He looked up from under her. His brown eyes danced with laughter. "You know if you wanted on top so bad all you had to do was ask." Lillian's cheeks brightened to a rosy red that matched the natural highlights in her auburn hair. Her cheeks brightened with every sniff of his hot, axe body spray. She jumped up as fast as she could and he picked himself up off the floor. "Too, bad."

Lillian looked at his disappointed face and the only thing she could come up with was, "eh?"

He laughed, "Oh, it's just that I was kinda liking the whole position." His friends made gagging sounds. Lillian's blush deepened. She couldn't take her eyes off his kinky brown curls or his white skintight shirt. She couldn't help loving the way his muscles caught every eye and demanded attention.

Her blush deepened more when she thought about caressing those muscles and tracing them down. His peel of laughter broke her trance on his perfect fit jeans. "Hey, I thought you talked more than that."

"Yea, I..."

"Hey! Good god, you get stupider and stupider as time goes by!" Rose said walking up by Lilly's side staring at John. "Can't you see, she's embarrassed, 'course whenever I'm with you I feel the same way."

John smiled, "Oh, how horrible of me," John said sarcastically bowing. "I didn't realize I embarrassed my dear little sis, how insensitive of me."

"You're a dork," Rose said shaking her head, "come on Lilly, the bells gonna ring." She grabbed Lillian's arm and dragged her away from the group. The bell rang through out the brightly painted red halls. Rose smiled, "You know, if your face gets any redder he might mistake you for the wall." She said still dragging her down the crimson corridors packed with noisy complaints of lunch being too short and unfinished homework.

*****

"Hey, how was school?" Lillian's 280-pound mother asked when she walked on the porch after getting off the school bus. Her mother sat on the porch swing, cigarette in hand. Her hair was almost too short to rustle in the small gusts of wind that whipped Lillian's shoulder length hair in knots.

She tucked her hair behind her ear, "fine." She said shrugging her shoulders. Lillian walked in the door as her mother put out the cigarette and grabbed her cane to stand up.

"Lilly will you grab me a drink please?" Her mother called as she sat down on the over sized couch.

"Yea, hang on." She replied putting her backpack on her bed. Lillian walked into the kitchen to retrieve the drink when she heard her mother turn on the television.

"They found three rape victims that were stabbed and burnt alive in a dumpster just last night at a Marion County club." The newscaster was reporting in front of a dumpster with yellow caution tape surrounding the area. A picture of each of the three teenage girls came on the screen. "The victims were thirteen, fifteen, and sixteen." Each girl was beautiful and two had lush brown hair while the other was blond. The reporter was now interviewing a policeman.

"We don't yet know who did this, but we will find this monster." The police mans determined face said that this case was more to him than just his job. The anchorwoman thanked the reporter and went to other topics of the day.

"That's sick," Lillian's mother declared.

"Yea, no kidding." Was all Lillian could think to say. She had strange feelings she couldn't place, but they seemed more like hate, guilt, and disappointment.

Every day for five days in a row there was a news report on the case moving forward or a new teenage girl dead. After the first, none were rape victims, but all were burnt alive with deep knife wounds. The last report stated that all the murders had been in towns that weren't more than ten minutes from my own. Of course that was three days ago, no murder had been done since then and normally there was a new one every other day. The strangest thing to Lillian however, was that she hadn't been having her nightmares either.

It seemed that the only topic anywhere was the murders. Everyone was scared out of their minds. The question everyone wanted to know, who would be next?

*****

"Rose!" Lillian yelled out when she saw her friend walking up the halls. Students and teachers hurried around the building for last second preparations, making it almost impossible to locate the small girl. Rose's small, but well curved and well filled and rounded, body turned around at the sound of her friends voice. She could tell, even from a distance, that her face was disturbed.

"What's up?" Rose asked Lillian. She could barely hear her friend over the chattering and shouting of the students that swarmed the halls.

"Well," Lillian started, " these murders..." Lillian stopped when she saw the strange look in her friend's eye.

"Yea, they're sick." Rose seemed to shut down at the mention of the murders and It seemed like she had every wall up in defense. They walked off in silence neither daring to say anything.

Lillian faintly remembered Rose telling her about her older sister who had been murdered in the same string of murders that killed her older sister. That may have been ten years ago, but she was sure that it still felt like yesterday, after all she felt the same way.

"Hey Lillian," John shouted over top everyone.

Lillian looked up and saw his face was as bright as always. He always acted like nothing was wrong, no matter what. "Hey," was all she could come up with. He frowned at their glum faces and patted each of them on the head, after he fought his way through the crowd to them. "Aww, come on, cheer up." When he noticed that neither face changed, he smiled, "so Lilly, what'cha doing tonight?"

Lillian blushed and looked up in shock, "what?"

He shrugged, "wanna go out tonight?" Lillian's blush deepened and she just stood there.

"I can't." Lillian looked down. She had the strangest feeling that she had to do something tonight.

Rose seemed to snap out of her trance and looked at Lillian, "what do you mean you can't?" She actually shouted. "You gawk at him every time you see him and you shoot him down when he actually gets the nerve to ask you out!" Lillian stood frozen looking at her best friend's outrage.

"I can't, I..."

"Shut up!" Rose walked off fuming.

"Hey, I understand, if you have something to do, you have something to do." He smiled brightly as if nothing had happened. He walked off waving goodbye.

Lillian just stood there in utter confusion and guilt. "What the hell..." She shook her head clear and went to class.

*****

Irritation radiated off the dark figure. She could sense that he was mad, but why? What had she done? Lillian tucked the blankets over her head and scooted closer to her sleeping older sister. She tried to ignore the rising panic and vile acid in her throat. The strange musty smell plagued her senses. What did the big black ghost want and why was it so mad?

Lillian woke up in a cold sweat, "five am huh." She grunted and lay back down. " Now the stupid things are back! "

She looked over at the bathroom door. They were in there, both of them, but why? What was going on? Why were daddy and sissy in the bathroom together? She could hear the water bounce off them in the shower and could feel the scolding steam coming from under the door and could taste the fresh scent of soap mixed with that same musty odor as the scary ghost.

Lillian woke up sweaty again and looked at the clock, "good god, it's only six thirty!" She sat awake and wondered what that dream was all about. The sick musty scent still plagued her nostrils. She could smell it in her room. She tried to roll over but gasped in shock when she realized her body was in serious pain and she was completely exhausted. She sat there in confusion and drifted off.

Lillian woke up for a third time, but this time to the wonderful aroma of bacon grease and warm sunlight beating down on her pale face. She could hear her mom and the news in the other room. She got stiffly up and saw what was on.

By the look on her mother's face she knew it couldn't be good, "Two new bodies were found just like the ones in..." Lillian's back went cold as she saw that the place with yellow caution tape was the mirror image of the cafe down the street. Not just the mirror image, but it was the cafe down the street.

The pictures of the victims came on the screen. Lillian froze and a tear ran down her face, it was two of her friends and they were twins. Ashley and Kayla's picture burnt it's self deep into Lillian's skull. Yea sure, they played rude tricks and liked to mess with her and John, but they shouldn't have died for it. Lillian walked back in her room and cried face down on her bed. School had been canceled and everyone knew the killer was in their town.

Why wouldn't mommy listen? She told me to stop trying to get attention. Why wouldn't she believe me when I told her daddy and sissy had been in the shower together? She wouldn't even believe me when I told her that daddy looks at sissy funny. All she ever says is "stop trying to get attention."

Lillian woke up and didn't move. Why did these memories keep flooding in? She ignored it and walked outside almost in a trance. Her bare feet hit the cold grass and made her shiver. The wind rustled her hair and the moon wasn't even out. All was black; she couldn't even see the hand in front of her face. Regardless Lillian started walking.

She stopped when she heard a noise. Someone was there. " Hello? " Lillian asked into the dark. She bit her lip. She could feel the heavy footsteps coming closer. She could hear the twigs underneath snapping and could smell a strange musty scent that sent chills down her spine. The air was filled with that musty scent and her mouth was filled with vile and copper. " Who's there? " Lillian demanded in the dark. Her fear started to mount, why had she left the house like this anyway, what had she been thinking?

"Lillian?" John's familiar warm voice covered her in relief.

"John!" Lillian ran forward to his voice and latched on to him. He hugged her back. She buried her face in his chest. She went to breathe in his lovely sent, but all she was greeted by was that musty stench and a little bit of a coppery stench. She jerked away and looked at his black silhouette. Why was he out here at this time anyway, "why do you smell like blood?"

He shrugged his shoulders and put his hand on his face, "nose bleed, Rose punched me."

Lillian sighed in relief, "why?"

"I'm, not all that sure myself. " John grabbed her slender hand, " Hey we're close to my house, my parents aren't there but let's go there, you don't need to be outside with a killer on the loose. "

*****

They walked to his house and quietly went up the dark hallway and black stairs, to his room. The house still had the smell of a hamburger dinner. John went to the bathroom next to his room. She heard him turn on the water.

She looked around and noticed a white bottle of lighter fluid and a box of matches, cigarettes, and an empty lighter. "I didn't know he smoked." The shelf was full of things. He had a wide assortment of books and magazines. Cd's and DVD's littered a shelf of their own. On the wall were posters and next to a poster of a half naked woman was a collection of knives and a shiny silver dagger. Lillian sat down on his big bed that was the only piece of furniture other than the shelf and a tall wooden dresser.

"Hey, " she said in gleeful surprise, his bed was softer than any she had ever even sat on. She smiled and crawled up to the top and snuggled under the blankets. She inhaled deeply and was rewarded with John's normal smell. The warmth crawled down her spine and her vision started to blur. She could faintly hear his water shut off. She heard the doors opening and closing and felt him get in the bed next to her. She felt his warmth press against her and felt his arms wrap around her. She couldn't taste the vile in her throat just warm and happy hormones. The last thing she heard was him snicker before she drifted off.

Lillian woke up and immediately noticed two major things, one she was cold, and two she could smell the thick coppery scent of blood. She jerked up, " John? " She was frantic. She looked at her hands and screamed. She was stained red. Blood was dripping from her fingertips. She could taste the thick blood in her mouth and feel droplets of blood on her face and in her hair. She cried and blood ran down her face. She jumped down from the bed and looked down. She heard a faint gurgling noise and saw trails of blood covering the floor. She followed the trail on shake legs to the foot of the bed.

"JOHN! " Was all she could say when she saw Rose's crumpled form covered in blood. Rose was gurgling blood and her eyes were wide with fear when she saw Lillian. Lillian bent down and cradled her friend. Her uncontrollable sobbing and shaking was met by Rose's stiffness to Lillian's touch.

John came bursting through the door completely clean. Rose flinched at the sound of the door and screamed, " Watch out! It's the killer. " Rose fell limp in Lillian's arms. John dropped the sandwich in his hand and bent down. With alarm Lillian saw the shinny glint of a silver dagger in his hand. Lillian screamed, let go of Rose, scrambling away sobbing the whole time.

"Why, why did you kill her?" Lillian screamed, "she was your sister! How could you?"

Lillian looked around and saw her sister and father sitting down. " When you see my face, hope it give hell." She walked toward them singing. She was still trying to figure out why they were beside a dumpster in the park at night.

John's face flicked with anger as her stared at Lillian. He lunged at her and pinned her to the ground. "How dare you!" He said with the dagger pressed to her throat. She screamed and tried to grab him but he quickly pinned down her arms. "How dare you say I did this! You sick bitch!"

Lillian took a second to process that, "what the hell are you talking about?" Lillian looked at his angry face and saw tears streaming down his angry red cheeks.

"Yea, she interrupted us and was mad last night and threw some of my stuff around, but why did you kill her? You're no better than your creep father!" John screamed. Lillian looked at him in disbelief and stopped, her pupils dilated.

"Mommy!" Lillian ran after her mother as quick as she could. "Mommy, mommy, mommy!" tears streamed down her beaten red face. The air was filled with a musty burnt smell.

"What? What is it dear?" Her mother reached down and stared at her red tear streaked face.

"Mommy, it's sissy! Sissy is on fire!" Lillian ran back, "hurry mommy!" Her mother ran after her, the orange moon was their only guide.

Her mother screamed and ran ahead. She picked up her crumpled daughter. There were knife wounds barely visible under the black, charred skin. All her hair and clothes were gone they had already burnt off.

"Oh, my god, my baby!" She screamed and cried clutching her oldest daughter to her. Lillian stood back crying.

"Mommy... is sissy dead?" Her mother couldn't hear her, she was crying too hard.

"Lillian, who did this?" Her mother asked angrily, covered in her daughter's charcole and blood. Lillian cowered back.

"Daddy cut sissy and threw something on her, I didn't see anything other than sissy glowing orange." Her mother stood up. "Mommy, I tried to stop daddy but he hit me and I ran to get you!"

The dagger started to penetrate the flesh. "How could you? She was your best friend!" Lillian looked John in the eye.

"I felt like it." She said. John looked at her in disgust, fear started to creep up on him.

The jury passed a guilty verdict for the murder of her 17-year-old sister and the other seven girls. Lillian stood crying. "Why daddy! Why did you kill sissy?" She screamed. He was wearing the same outfit he had on when he killed her. His clothes made the room smell musty, burnt, and strange.

He looked at her with wild excitement in his eyes. "Because I could and I wanted to." Everyone had a disgusted look as he spoke to the eight year old. "She pissed me off." The jailer grabbed him and took him off laughing insanely.

"She pissed me off." Lillian said. Her voice had changed and had an ominous tone in it. John pressed the dagger to her throat harder, a thin line of red blood rolled down her neck. He was scared and she could smell it. She laughed an insane laugh and kicked him as hard as she could in the groin. He rolled over groaning in pain. She picked herself up.

"Too bad," He looked up at her, fear playing on his perfectly sculpted features, "I was starting to like the position." She smiled crookedly. He looked in her eyes and saw nothing but an alien wild excitement. She bent down over him and swiped the dagger from his loose grip.

"No!" He screamed lunging at her. She swiped the blade across his chest in a swift motion. He fell to the ground. His breathing became shallow. She leaned down and stabbed him in the gut. He screamed and started to gurgle blood.

"I'll miss you." She kissed his cheek and laughed. She dug the dagger out of his gut. He screamed and blood squirted on her face. She laughed. "Don't worry it wont hurt much longer." She walked over to his desk and grabbed the lighter fluid from his first shelf. " I wasn't going to hurt you, you know. You aren't one of us. You aren't a witness"

He started to stand up with a fierce determination in his eyes. He crept up behind her to lunge again. She sighed and quickly turned around and squirted the lighter fluid in his eyes. He screamed from the stinging pain. She manically laughed. He lunged at her voice and she stabbed him in his bicep. She twisted it as she ran behind him to put him in a chokehold. He screamed in pain. "Now, now, be a good little boy." She ripped the dagger across his arm. His screams and blood filled the air.

She kicked him in the back when she ripped the dagger out of his arm. He fell face first to the ground. She took off the cap of the lighter fluid, still in her hand. She started dumping it out as she walked out of the room. She walked down the elegantly carpeted stairs leaving a trail of lighter fluid and bloody footprints.

"When you see my face, hope it gives you hell, " she started singing.

She walked down the wooden floors of the halls and stopped right before the door. She looked at the door side table and grabbed the pack of matches Rose had thrown down the stairs the previous night.

She could hear the television on in the other room. It was a news report on the murders. She could hear a man voice, "I didn't rape or kill anyone! Those girls were willing! I don't even know any of the others!" He didn't sound very old. She smiled.

"When you find a man that's worth a damn and will treat you well." She lit a match and threw it on the lighter fluid as she walked out the door. "Then you see that he's a fool."

"NO!" John had managed to walk out of the room but got no further than the staircase. She smiled at him as the match hit the trail and ignited. The gust of wind from the open door made the flame rise to the ceiling. The words of the prosecutor echoed in her head. "So you copy a serial killer from ten years ago by killing the younger sisters of the past victims!" It was a woman prosecutor. "You didn't think the families suffered enough! So you killed the younger girls who saw their sisters be stabbed and burn to death ten years ago!"

With the tune of the song playing in her head she thought about how she killed those other girls like they had all seen. She had eased their suffering of wondering why their sisters had been killed and not them. She had eased their pain of seeing those visions that haunted them day after day, like hers haunted her. She walked away from the house with a smile, continuing her song.

"I hope that it will give you hell."

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A tall black figure moved in the doorway. It was starring right at her. She could feel the irritation coming from it. She could smell a strange musty sent. Her six-year-old mind told her to just ignore it. After all ghosts can't actually hurt you.

"Hey! Space case wake up," Lillian's friend said waving a hand in front of her face. "Hello, anyone home?" Lillian was now 17, but that didn't stop the old, incomplete memories from tormenting her.

"Huh?" Lillian said looking up at Rose's fiery orange eyes and her plump red limps that were pulled down in a frown. Her orange curls tumbled around her face as she looked at Lillian. Rose's green Aeropostle tee-shirt matched her shoe's and belt, while Lillian's plain yellow shirt barely matched her yellow and blue flip- flops. Both girls were average in size, however Rose had much larger breasts and bottom and Lillian was a lot taller.

"You didn't hear a word I said did you?" Rose said in irritation.

"Well, I heard some of it," Lillian said rambling a little.

"Okay, if you heard me then what did I say?" Rose asked.

Lillian stopped and thought for a second looking at the stuff on her plate the school calls food. "You were saying stuff about the committee and homecoming."

Rose let out an exasperated sigh, "Lilly, I swear!" They picked up their trays and went to the trashcans. " I was trying to tell you that... " Rose stopped when she saw Lillian wasn't paying any more attention to her than a two year old would to spinach. Rose pulled her head up next to Lillian's to follow her not so distant gaze. Lillian stood frozen staring at the group of guys standing around talking. Rose smiled mischievously and walked behind Lilly. She anchored herself on a post and pushed Lilly as hard as she possible could and ran.

Lilly let out a shocked cry and fell right on the one guy she'd been starring at. He looked up from under her. His brown eyes danced with laughter. "You know if you wanted on top so bad all you had to do was ask." Lillian's cheeks brightened to a rosy red that matched the natural highlights in her auburn hair. Her cheeks brightened with every sniff of his hot, axe body spray. She jumped up as fast as she could and he picked himself up off the floor. "Too, bad."

Lillian looked at his disappointed face and the only thing she could come up with was, "eh?"

He laughed, "Oh, it's just that I was kinda liking the whole position." His friends made gagging sounds. Lillian's blush deepened. She couldn't take her eyes off his kinky brown curls or his white skintight shirt. She couldn't help loving the way his muscles caught every eye and demanded attention.

Her blush deepened more when she thought about caressing those muscles and tracing them down. His peel of laughter broke her trance on his perfect fit jeans. "Hey, I thought you talked more than that."

"Yea, I..."

"Hey! Good god, you get stupider and stupider as time goes by!" Rose said walking up by Lilly's side staring at John. "Can't you see, she's embarrassed, 'course whenever I'm with you I feel the same way."

John smiled, "Oh, how horrible of me," John said sarcastically bowing. "I didn't realize I embarrassed my dear little sis, how insensitive of me."

"You're a dork," Rose said shaking her head, "come on Lilly, the bells gonna ring." She grabbed Lillian's arm and dragged her away from the group. The bell rang through out the brightly painted red halls. Rose smiled, "You know, if your face gets any redder he might mistake you for the wall." She said still dragging her down the crimson corridors packed with noisy complaints of lunch being too short and unfinished homework.

*****

"Hey, how was school?" Lillian's 280-pound mother asked when she walked on the porch after getting off the school bus. Her mother sat on the porch swing, cigarette in hand. Her hair was almost too short to rustle in the small gusts of wind that whipped Lillian's shoulder length hair in knots.

She tucked her hair behind her ear, "fine." She said shrugging her shoulders. Lillian walked in the door as her mother put out the cigarette and grabbed her cane to stand up.

"Lilly will you grab me a drink please?" Her mother called as she sat down on the over sized couch.

"Yea, hang on." She replied putting her backpack on her bed. Lillian walked into the kitchen to retrieve the drink when she heard her mother turn on the television.

"They found three rape victims that were stabbed and burnt alive in a dumpster just last night at a Marion County club." The newscaster was reporting in front of a dumpster with yellow caution tape surrounding the area. A picture of each of the three teenage girls came on the screen. "The victims were thirteen, fifteen, and sixteen." Each girl was beautiful and two had lush brown hair while the other was blond. The reporter was now interviewing a policeman.

"We don't yet know who did this, but we will find this monster." The police mans determined face said that this case was more to him than just his job. The anchorwoman thanked the reporter and went to other topics of the day.

"That's sick," Lillian's mother declared.

"Yea, no kidding." Was all Lillian could think to say. She had strange feelings she couldn't place, but they seemed more like hate, guilt, and disappointment.

Every day for five days in a row there was a news report on the case moving forward or a new teenage girl dead. After the first, none were rape victims, but all were burnt alive with deep knife wounds. The last report stated that all the murders had been in towns that weren't more than ten minutes from my own. Of course that was three days ago, no murder had been done since then and normally there was a new one every other day. The strangest thing to Lillian however, was that she hadn't been having her nightmares either.

It seemed that the only topic anywhere was the murders. Everyone was scared out of their minds. The question everyone wanted to know, who would be next?

*****

"Rose!" Lillian yelled out when she saw her friend walking up the halls. Students and teachers hurried around the building for last second preparations, making it almost impossible to locate the small girl. Rose's small, but well curved and well filled and rounded, body turned around at the sound of her friends voice. She could tell, even from a distance, that her face was disturbed.

"What's up?" Rose asked Lillian. She could barely hear her friend over the chattering and shouting of the students that swarmed the halls.

"Well," Lillian started, " these murders..." Lillian stopped when she saw the strange look in her friend's eye.

"Yea, they're sick." Rose seemed to shut down at the mention of the murders and It seemed like she had every wall up in defense. They walked off in silence neither daring to say anything.

Lillian faintly remembered Rose telling her about her older sister who had been murdered in the same string of murders that killed her older sister. That may have been ten years ago, but she was sure that it still felt like yesterday, after all she felt the same way.

"Hey Lillian," John shouted over top everyone.

Lillian looked up and saw his face was as bright as always. He always acted like nothing was wrong, no matter what. "Hey," was all she could come up with. He frowned at their glum faces and patted each of them on the head, after he fought his way through the crowd to them. "Aww, come on, cheer up." When he noticed that neither face changed, he smiled, "so Lilly, what'cha doing tonight?"

Lillian blushed and looked up in shock, "what?"

He shrugged, "wanna go out tonight?" Lillian's blush deepened and she just stood there.

"I can't." Lillian looked down. She had the strangest feeling that she had to do something tonight.

Rose seemed to snap out of her trance and looked at Lillian, "what do you mean you can't?" She actually shouted. "You gawk at him every time you see him and you shoot him down when he actually gets the nerve to ask you out!" Lillian stood frozen looking at her best friend's outrage.

"I can't, I..."

"Shut up!" Rose walked off fuming.

"Hey, I understand, if you have something to do, you have something to do." He smiled brightly as if nothing had happened. He walked off waving goodbye.

Lillian just stood there in utter confusion and guilt. "What the hell..." She shook her head clear and went to class.

*****

Irritation radiated off the dark figure. She could sense that he was mad, but why? What had she done? Lillian tucked the blankets over her head and scooted closer to her sleeping older sister. She tried to ignore the rising panic and vile acid in her throat. The strange musty smell plagued her senses. What did the big black ghost want and why was it so mad?

Lillian woke up in a cold sweat, "five am huh." She grunted and lay back down. " Now the stupid things are back! "

She looked over at the bathroom door. They were in there, both of them, but why? What was going on? Why were daddy and sissy in the bathroom together? She could hear the water bounce off them in the shower and could feel the scolding steam coming from under the door and could taste the fresh scent of soap mixed with that same musty odor as the scary ghost.

Lillian woke up sweaty again and looked at the clock, "good god, it's only six thirty!" She sat awake and wondered what that dream was all about. The sick musty scent still plagued her nostrils. She could smell it in her room. She tried to roll over but gasped in shock when she realized her body was in serious pain and she was completely exhausted. She sat there in confusion and drifted off.

Lillian woke up for a third time, but this time to the wonderful aroma of bacon grease and warm sunlight beating down on her pale face. She could hear her mom and the news in the other room. She got stiffly up and saw what was on.

By the look on her mother's face she knew it couldn't be good, "Two new bodies were found just like the ones in..." Lillian's back went cold as she saw that the place with yellow caution tape was the mirror image of the cafe down the street. Not just the mirror image, but it was the cafe down the street.

The pictures of the victims came on the screen. Lillian froze and a tear ran down her face, it was two of her friends and they were twins. Ashley and Kayla's picture burnt it's self deep into Lillian's skull. Yea sure, they played rude tricks and liked to mess with her and John, but they shouldn't have died for it. Lillian walked back in her room and cried face down on her bed. School had been canceled and everyone knew the killer was in their town.

Why wouldn't mommy listen? She told me to stop trying to get attention. Why wouldn't she believe me when I told her daddy and sissy had been in the shower together? She wouldn't even believe me when I told her that daddy looks at sissy funny. All she ever says is "stop trying to get attention."

Lillian woke up and didn't move. Why did these memories keep flooding in? She ignored it and walked outside almost in a trance. Her bare feet hit the cold grass and made her shiver. The wind rustled her hair and the moon wasn't even out. All was black; she couldn't even see the hand in front of her face. Regardless Lillian started walking.

She stopped when she heard a noise. Someone was there. " Hello? " Lillian asked into the dark. She bit her lip. She could feel the heavy footsteps coming closer. She could hear the twigs underneath snapping and could smell a strange musty scent that sent chills down her spine. The air was filled with that musty scent and her mouth was filled with vile and copper. " Who's there? " Lillian demanded in the dark. Her fear started to mount, why had she left the house like this anyway, what had she been thinking?

"Lillian?" John's familiar warm voice covered her in relief.

"John!" Lillian ran forward to his voice and latched on to him. He hugged her back. She buried her face in his chest. She went to breathe in his lovely sent, but all she was greeted by was that musty stench and a little bit of a coppery stench. She jerked away and looked at his black silhouette. Why was he out here at this time anyway, "why do you smell like blood?"

He shrugged his shoulders and put his hand on his face, "nose bleed, Rose punched me."

Lillian sighed in relief, "why?"

"I'm, not all that sure myself. " John grabbed her slender hand, " Hey we're close to my house, my parents aren't there but let's go there, you don't need to be outside with a killer on the loose. "

*****

They walked to his house and quietly went up the dark hallway and black stairs, to his room. The house still had the smell of a hamburger dinner. John went to the bathroom next to his room. She heard him turn on the water.

She looked around and noticed a white bottle of lighter fluid and a box of matches, cigarettes, and an empty lighter. "I didn't know he smoked." The shelf was full of things. He had a wide assortment of books and magazines. Cd's and DVD's littered a shelf of their own. On the wall were posters and next to a poster of a half naked woman was a collection of knives and a shiny silver dagger. Lillian sat down on his big bed that was the only piece of furniture other than the shelf and a tall wooden dresser.

"Hey, " she said in gleeful surprise, his bed was softer than any she had ever even sat on. She smiled and crawled up to the top and snuggled under the blankets. She inhaled deeply and was rewarded with John's normal smell. The warmth crawled down her spine and her vision started to blur. She could faintly hear his water shut off. She heard the doors opening and closing and felt him get in the bed next to her. She felt his warmth press against her and felt his arms wrap around her. She couldn't taste the vile in her throat just warm and happy hormones. The last thing she heard was him snicker before she drifted off.

Lillian woke up and immediately noticed two major things, one she was cold, and two she could smell the thick coppery scent of blood. She jerked up, " John? " She was frantic. She looked at her hands and screamed. She was stained red. Blood was dripping from her fingertips. She could taste the thick blood in her mouth and feel droplets of blood on her face and in her hair. She cried and blood ran down her face. She jumped down from the bed and looked down. She heard a faint gurgling noise and saw trails of blood covering the floor. She followed the trail on shake legs to the foot of the bed.

"JOHN! " Was all she could say when she saw Rose's crumpled form covered in blood. Rose was gurgling blood and her eyes were wide with fear when she saw Lillian. Lillian bent down and cradled her friend. Her uncontrollable sobbing and shaking was met by Rose's stiffness to Lillian's touch.

John came bursting through the door completely clean. Rose flinched at the sound of the door and screamed, " Watch out! It's the killer. " Rose fell limp in Lillian's arms. John dropped the sandwich in his hand and bent down. With alarm Lillian saw the shinny glint of a silver dagger in his hand. Lillian screamed, let go of Rose, scrambling away sobbing the whole time.

"Why, why did you kill her?" Lillian screamed, "she was your sister! How could you?"

Lillian looked around and saw her sister and father sitting down. " When you see my face, hope it give hell." She walked toward them singing. She was still trying to figure out why they were beside a dumpster in the park at night.

John's face flicked with anger as her stared at Lillian. He lunged at her and pinned her to the ground. "How dare you!" He said with the dagger pressed to her throat. She screamed and tried to grab him but he quickly pinned down her arms. "How dare you say I did this! You sick bitch!"

Lillian took a second to process that, "what the hell are you talking about?" Lillian looked at his angry face and saw tears streaming down his angry red cheeks.

"Yea, she interrupted us and was mad last night and threw some of my stuff around, but why did you kill her? You're no better than your creep father!" John screamed. Lillian looked at him in disbelief and stopped, her pupils dilated.

"Mommy!" Lillian ran after her mother as quick as she could. "Mommy, mommy, mommy!" tears streamed down her beaten red face. The air was filled with a musty burnt smell.

"What? What is it dear?" Her mother reached down and stared at her red tear streaked face.

"Mommy, it's sissy! Sissy is on fire!" Lillian ran back, "hurry mommy!" Her mother ran after her, the orange moon was their only guide.

Her mother screamed and ran ahead. She picked up her crumpled daughter. There were knife wounds barely visible under the black, charred skin. All her hair and clothes were gone they had already burnt off.

"Oh, my god, my baby!" She screamed and cried clutching her oldest daughter to her. Lillian stood back crying.

"Mommy... is sissy dead?" Her mother couldn't hear her, she was crying too hard.

"Lillian, who did this?" Her mother asked angrily, covered in her daughter's charcole and blood. Lillian cowered back.

"Daddy cut sissy and threw something on her, I didn't see anything other than sissy glowing orange." Her mother stood up. "Mommy, I tried to stop daddy but he hit me and I ran to get you!"

The dagger started to penetrate the flesh. "How could you? She was your best friend!" Lillian looked John in the eye.

"I felt like it." She said. John looked at her in disgust, fear started to creep up on him.

The jury passed a guilty verdict for the murder of her 17-year-old sister and the other seven girls. Lillian stood crying. "Why daddy! Why did you kill sissy?" She screamed. He was wearing the same outfit he had on when he killed her. His clothes made the room smell musty, burnt, and strange.

He looked at her with wild excitement in his eyes. "Because I could and I wanted to." Everyone had a disgusted look as he spoke to the eight year old. "She pissed me off." The jailer grabbed him and took him off laughing insanely.

"She pissed me off." Lillian said. Her voice had changed and had an ominous tone in it. John pressed the dagger to her throat harder, a thin line of red blood rolled down her neck. He was scared and she could smell it. She laughed an insane laugh and kicked him as hard as she could in the groin. He rolled over groaning in pain. She picked herself up.

"Too bad," He looked up at her, fear playing on his perfectly sculpted features, "I was starting to like the position." She smiled crookedly. He looked in her eyes and saw nothing but an alien wild excitement. She bent down over him and swiped the dagger from his loose grip.

"No!" He screamed lunging at her. She swiped the blade across his chest in a swift motion. He fell to the ground. His breathing became shallow. She leaned down and stabbed him in the gut. He screamed and started to gurgle blood.

"I'll miss you." She kissed his cheek and laughed. She dug the dagger out of his gut. He screamed and blood squirted on her face. She laughed. "Don't worry it wont hurt much longer." She walked over to his desk and grabbed the lighter fluid from his first shelf. " I wasn't going to hurt you, you know. You aren't one of us. You aren't a witness"

He started to stand up with a fierce determination in his eyes. He crept up behind her to lunge again. She sighed and quickly turned around and squirted the lighter fluid in his eyes. He screamed from the stinging pain. She manically laughed. He lunged at her voice and she stabbed him in his bicep. She twisted it as she ran behind him to put him in a chokehold. He screamed in pain. "Now, now, be a good little boy." She ripped the dagger across his arm. His screams and blood filled the air.

She kicked him in the back when she ripped the dagger out of his arm. He fell face first to the ground. She took off the cap of the lighter fluid, still in her hand. She started dumping it out as she walked out of the room. She walked down the elegantly carpeted stairs leaving a trail of lighter fluid and bloody footprints.

"When you see my face, hope it gives you hell, " she started singing.

She walked down the wooden floors of the halls and stopped right before the door. She looked at the door side table and grabbed the pack of matches Rose had thrown down the stairs the previous night.

She could hear the television on in the other room. It was a news report on the murders. She could hear a man voice, "I didn't rape or kill anyone! Those girls were willing! I don't even know any of the others!" He didn't sound very old. She smiled.

"When you find a man that's worth a damn and will treat you well." She lit a match and threw it on the lighter fluid as she walked out the door. "Then you see that he's a fool."

"NO!" John had managed to walk out of the room but got no further than the staircase. She smiled at him as the match hit the trail and ignited. The gust of wind from the open door made the flame rise to the ceiling. The words of the prosecutor echoed in her head. "So you copy a serial killer from ten years ago by killing the younger sisters of the past victims!" It was a woman prosecutor. "You didn't think the families suffered enough! So you killed the younger girls who saw their sisters be stabbed and burn to death ten years ago!"

With the tune of the song playing in her head she thought about how she killed those other girls like they had all seen. She had eased their suffering of wondering why their sisters had been killed and not them. She had eased their pain of seeing those visions that haunted them day after day, like hers haunted her. She walked away from the house with a smile, continuing her song.

"I hope that it will give you hell."