Little slippers sliding across the floor.
Mommy will only be gone for a while.
So I don't bother with locking the door
and I go to play in my room for a while.
Little slippers, don't even make a sound.
I quickly turn on the light in my room
Then a grabs at my neck and I turn around.
I see his face, I feel the doom.
Little pink slippers beneath my feet
I am lifted up and thrown on the bed.
He kisses me. He touches me.
I try to scream but he hits my head.
Little slippers, red with blood.
He pulls his pocket knife on me.
He makes a clean gash all around.
I close my eyes. I go to sleep.
Little slippers on the ground.
He carries my dead weight away,
he hides me where I won't be found.
But at home on the floor, my slippers remain.
Author notes
Option #1
This is through the eyes of a little girl who was murdered at her home. The murderer carried her dead body away but didn't notice when her slippers fell off. Later, those slippers are found and serve as a major clue to what happened to the little girl.
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hehe...I like this. It is really sad...not quite scary, but really sad...Great job, and good luck in the contest.
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