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With the exception, of one part of town. Kingsford University. For on beautiful nights like these, any residents within the vicinity of the college should just close their windows and try to turn their television up as loudly as possible. For on these nights, the sounds of nature would be blocked out by the college frat parties. Every weekend, or frankly, any time that they weren’t in class, was one big party. They’d get drunk, and go all across the campus doing god knows what. Vomiting their insides into the shrubbery, fucking the jock football player. Anything goes, in Kingsford University. The teachers and staff stopped giving any care in the world for what they did in the night hours anymore. They only hoped that no part of the college was burnt down in the morning, and nobody was missing.
There lied the problem.
You see, Kingsford isn’t simply filled with one part peace, and one part partying. This town wasn’t all peaches and cream, as much as they would love to have you believe that is so. There had been a passed down urban legend, that was usually written off as an old wives tale by the people of Kingsford. But recently, a sudden string of women of the age eighteen and nineteen going missing, then being found brutally torn apart, sometimes limb from limb, with evidence of rape on their bodies, people have begun to wonder. Could this old wives tale have some truth? While the local police department obviously wrote off these notions as coincidental, people began to wonder. Were they hiding something? If they were, what exactly was it? People began to speculate many things, and only one thing was perfectly clear. Someone was out there, raping the young college women, and leaving them out in the woods, or on a street corner. And every women had one thing in common. Their top outfit was completely ripped apart, and on their bare chest was a heart, carved inside them. In their hand, lay a rose, dwindling and dying. In the other, a note.
“She was not the one”
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“God damn it!”
The loud yell, overwhelmed with anger and agony, came from within a small, run-down home in the middle of the forest bordering Kingsford. Algae and lichen had begun the ecological succession atop the wood of the home, causing for various indents within the foundation, the walls, and the roof. The door was hanging only on one bolt, the knob completely torn away. The grass, once well kept by the owner of the home, was tall enough to come up to the waist of the average sized male. This grass was riddled with ticks, and wild animals that have taken these various hiding spots as their home. The dwindling trees above covered a vast majority of the full moon, leaving only small strands of light to shine down on the darkness. A few crevices of light shined through the window, the glass completely broken and various shards on the broken down porch.
The inside was vile. The wood couldn’t have been nearly safe to walk on, with the possibility of it completely falling down from under the person. The smell reeked of urine and feces, most likely from the rats the size of a domesticated feline scurrying around the floors and into the holes in the walls. Some pieces of furniture remained, though broken and sunken or warped. One corner of the house was, surprisingly void of sunken or warped wood. This was where the window was broken, used to get more light into this specific part. There was a bed, an old mattress riddled with bed bugs and an assortment of diseases. One focal point was the blood stains. They were everywhere. Splotched on the wall, floor, and the bed.
On the bed itself, lied a female body. Completely naked, sprawled on her back. Her legs were spread, and each was broken so the lower part of her leg managed to touch her upper thigh. The bones of her forearms protruded outward from where her elbow was, dripping with blood. Her face, once one of beauty and grace was now only one of bruises and gashes. Her mouth was wide open as if she was screaming when she finally met her death. Her eyes were glossed over. Her nose was evidently broken, as well as her jaw. Marks lay on her breasts, as if nails were dug into them to the point that they cut the skin and bled. Her stomach was filled with random gashes of a knife. What was most disturbing was that her lower area looked as if it had only recently been used, leaking with a substance that should not be named. The brutality of the entire situation was enough to make an average, normal minded human being vomit their lunch and insides. But, who could have done such a thing.
Out from a dark corner came a man. His hair was wild and long, partially covering some of his face, his dark brown eyes sunken and wild with desire and craze. His lips dry as a desert, as if he had not drank anything in weeks. Unkempt facial hair was spread across the remainder of his face. His skin complexion was pale, but there was so much dirt seemingly glued onto his skin it was as if he was the color grey. He wore a ripped apart white tank top that had blood, sweat, and semen splattered all over it. His jeans were browner than they were the original blue, and his black boots were worn beyond their prime. His jeans were down to his feet, however.
“I…I thought you were the one,” He began, his voice gruff and deep as he seemed to emit genuine sadness, “I thought you would finally be the person…that I would love.”
His lips were in a frown, and he seemed to be holding tears from his bloodshot eyes. Suddenly, his face contorted into that of anger and rage. He lifted his right hand which contained an old and rusted butcher knife, dripping with new crimson blood. He brought it down onto her chest, stabbing a couple of inches deep into her skin and muscle. Blood pooled around the stab point, as he kept it there for a few moments.
“You, walking around carelessly like you were just WAITING for me to take you!”
He began to move the knife while inside of her chest, grunting as he pulled it along, slowly and methodically, her body unmoving as more blood gushed from her new wounds.
“I BELIEVED YOU WANTED ME!”
The cut spread all across her torso, before he eventually came back around. The sound was similar to when a hunter cuts a deer after it had just been shot. Or when a scientist cuts and dissects a preserved animal. The grunting continued as he continued to scream.
“I LOVED YOU!”
The methodical cut ended where it began, before he grunted once more to yank the knife out of it’s placement. The knife, now completely soaked in this woman’s blood, was brought back to his side and gripped tightly in his hand. His left hand reached over to the dead woman’s face, lightly caressing it. The fingernails were at least a few inches in length, only that short because once it got too long it would break away with ease. The dirt on his hand seemed to be attached there forever more. His face, now illuminated by the moonlight, contorted back into a smile. His hand went away from her agonized face, grasping something in a plastic bag. He pulled it out, revealing a black rose. The stem was brown, the petals slowly falling off as they had been dead for many years now. He opened one of the hands of the female, the only part of her body clean of any wounds or defilements. He placed the rose in her hand, and closed it. In her other hand, he placed a piece of parchment inside. The male leaned forward, the smile still on his face, as he placed his dry and chapped lips on her soft, cold ones. It stayed that way for a few moments, before he pulled away and whispered.
“Til death do us part, my love.” A light chuckle escaped from his lips, as he stood upright once more, preparing to lift her up on his shoulders. He was going to take her to the very outskirts of the woods, and leave her there. He wanted the town to see another one of his master pieces. He knew that they would know it was her fault, as always. She should have loved him, like he loved her.
Just before he lifted her up, a clear view of her chest was present. A perfect carving of a heart, spread across her torso, gushing with blood. [/SPOILER]
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Kristy Summers and her family were on their way to Kingsford, for a new start. They originally lived in a small town of Maryland. The gang activity and crime rate was skyrocketing at a drastic rate, resulting in Kristy and her family’s safety being threatened. With Kristy getting accepted into this university, and her younger brother about to go into high school, it was the perfect time for new beginnings. The family consisted of Kristy, her younger brother Steven, her mother Claire and her father Randall. They were your average joe type of family. Randall was intent on getting one of the many construction jobs in Kingsford as the small town continuously expanded little by little. Claire was a stay at home mom, and Steven was a straight A student. Kristy had average grades, and therefore got into an average university.
However, Kristy was still excited for the new start. She wanted to make new friends, and maybe find a relationship down the line. Of course, that was very possible for her. She was a beautiful blonde with hair that hung just below her shoulder blades. Her gorgeous face was void of any blemishes whatsoever. Her lavishing blue eyes resembled the clear skies of the afternoon. She was not super model thin, as she did not like to follow the path of the ideal woman. Therefore, she adorned some meat on her bones, just enough to give her the curvy look and arguably more attractive than if she were thin as a toothpick. While her face was evidently her best feature, most of the rowdy horn dogs that are called college men would look at her for her chest, which was a DD. Due to the hot summertime weather, Kristy wore a tank top and a pair of hand-cut shorts made from some old jeans. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she could barely sit still in her seat.
Her father Randall looked back at her with a smile. His dark brown eyes complimented his short hair and farmers tan. He wore some ripped up blue jeans and a dirtied t-shirt, his boots off so he had an easier time pushing on the pedals. He had a muscular type of build, as if he worked out at the gym a lot. “Well, I’d say your happy to be away from Maryland.”
“I’m not.” Grumbled the male at the seat next to Kristy. Steven was your average teenager, depressed and moody. His hair was dark brown like his fathers, cut as short as his fathers as well. However, he had the eyes of his mother, a light blue hue like the sky. He was not like Kristy, curvy, or Randall, muscular. He was just skinny as a toothpick, due to his very fast metabolism. He was in a black T-shirt, the words faded although it looked like a band shirt. His jeans were cut to the knees to make long shorts, and he wore sandals like his sister. “Dad, why’d we have to leave Maryland? All my friends were there.”
A female voice spoke up. “I would rather you miss your friends then get shot,” she replied, “You remember that shootout in the high school not too long ago?”
The mother was about as beautiful as her daughter. She was in her late 30s, having Kristy when she was only a teenager. Her blonde hair was slightly longer than that of Kristy’s, and her light blue eyes were sunken, her face detailing more experience then that of her daughter who was full of life. She was curvy like Kristy as well. Other than the crows feet and the age difference, the two could however be considered twins. She was wearing a T-shirt and a pair of shorts, making it painfully clear that this was not the suit and dress type of family.
“Mom, I wouldn’t just stand there and let them shoot me,” He retorted, his voice growing in volume.
“Steven, there is nothing you can do about it. The house is already sold, and this house is already bought. You might as well just get used to it at this point.”
Steven brought his head down and only mumbled unintelligible gibberish for the rest of the car ride, as they went into the highway exit to go into town. Soon after, they saw a billboard at the right side of the road. It was painted in a night setting, revealing the town on a clear and starry spring night. The paint was chipped away in some spots due to the picture being a few years old.
It read: WELCOME TO KINGSFORD. ENJOY YOUR STAY.
The smile on Kristy’s face grew wider as they entered the beautiful looking town. Children were playing outside in their backyards. Adults were lounging in pools or on the porch, chatting and smiling. The smell of barbeque invaded the family’s smell. It all looked so peaceful. As they passed through a road, however, there was a specific spot that had many police cars and ambulances alike around it. The specific lane was closed.
“I wonder what that’s all about.” Randall questioned.
“Somebody probably just got into an accident.” Claire replied.
However, upon closer inspection, the place the cars were spread around was the entrance into a forest, dark and void of virtually any sunlight. And Was that…blood on the grass?
Kristy shook her head, cursing herself for judging this town too quickly. Her mother was probably right. Thinking nothing more of that scenario behind them, Kristy looked in front of her as they pulled into their brand new home. It was two stories with a basement and a porch in the front. The backyard was rather large. There were three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a large kitchen, dining room and living room. There was also a room in the basement that could be a potential spare room. No longer thinking of the accident that she saw a few moments ago, Kristy jumped out of the car and practically jumped up and down in joy.
However off into the distance and hidden within the darkened forest was a pair of eyes. Dark brown eyes, that stared at the new family that was moving in. Specifically, Kristy. A yellow and rotten smile showed in the darkness.
***
Packing wasn’t very difficult for the family, as they had hired a moving van and people to help them place their stuff in the correct places. All the big pieces of furniture were placed in the house by the end of the day they first entered the home. All of the little things were packed in the weeks following. Once they were fully moved in, Kristy began to prepare for her first college days, as Steven prepared for high school.
The air soon got cooler. The humidity went down. The once abundant green leaves began to turn into flurries of varying colors as crisp air began to take hold of Kingsford. As August past and September came, tank tops and shorts turned into short sleeves and jeans. Windows began to close at night. People still would stay outside, but not without heavier clothes.
And while Kristy never heard of the problems within the university, women continued to go missing more and more. College frat parties were no l