How Annie Died (standard:horror, 755 words)
Author: Amanda_C_Brown	Added: Jan 31 2002	Views/Reads: 3662/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
a muderous story and the story of how two young women comit crime to be better off in life...

I told my sister that Annie died. I just left it at that. She looked me
in the eyes and I had to look away. She screamed at me. “How? How, 
Sara, How?” and I screamed back “I don’t know how!” But really I did. I 
was the only one who knew. Well, my Aunt Sara did too and it wasn’t any 
big secret with Rory and Comet, Annie’s cats. Aunt Sara was only two 
years older than me and I was only ten. 

Most ten year olds don’t know how the story of murder goes; but Aunt
Sara and I did. Annie had too, but she was gone now, and she’d been 
well over ten. My sister was seven, and her mind wasn’t open to such 
things. The cold body of the victim lying in a pool of blood. Most ten 
year olds have never seen that. But Aunt Sara, Annie and I had. 

Well, Annie had taken the life of my cousin; Aunt Sara’s nephew, Russy.
But Russy had been seventeen. Annie had wanted a forbidden sexuality 
from him. Russy told Annie she was a pig and that he’d never do 
anything of the sort with her. So, on Christmas Eve, when Russy was 
asleep, she killed him. Annie was sick, but I’d never guessed that 
sick. 

Annie killed him with a knife; slit his throat and wrists. Aunt Sara had
watched from the shadows, as we’d been instructed, as Annie performed 
the deed, which killed my best friend and cousin in his uneasy sleep. I 
don’t blame him for being restless that night as Annie crept ever so 
close, with stealth, to his bedside. Aunt Sara and I watched as the 
warm red wine spilled from the inflictions, and nearly began to fog the 
room, as he’d left his window open and the room was quite cold. Cold? 
That’d never describe it as I sat there with Aunt Sara and watched 
Annie. 

Annie told us someday we might use her skills; it would prove so later
on. But, as Aunt Sara and I later were told; it easy, too easy, to 
kill. I had seen this the night Annie killed Russy and the next night 
when she killed his brother, Geoff. A year later, she killed my sister 
who was three, Nina, who’d caught Scarlet Fever. Maybe Annie was 
scared; scared that her soul could never be saved and so she took 
revenge on innocent souls. I don’t know exactly why Annie’s mind was so 
twisted, and I don’t know if she’d had intentions thereafter. I figured 
she’d kill me and Aunt Sara one day, if we decided not to follow in her 
footsteps as she’d told us to. And why Annie never got busted I still 
can’t figure out. Aunt Sara and I’ve been dumb founded forever about 
that. 

They say that the room in which a victim dies becomes cold at the moment
of death, but that wasn’t true for Annie’s death, or I’ve heard. The 
myths circulating around this beat-up old ghost town say that it was a 
hot summer evening and the blood didn’t fog like Russy’s had, but it 
steamed and boiled. Maybe it’s an over exaggeration, but maybe it isn’t 
quite. Annie was killed in the same manner as Russy but they found a 
deep, bleeding infliction in her back. It was a roughly dug heart with 
the letter “S” in it. No one but me and Aunt Sara have a clue as to 
what that “S” stands for. Well, Annie, probably in Hell by now, knows 
too. And I hope that wound heals over and a harsh, rough scar is left 
in it’s place; of the heart and “S”. 

Maybe Aunt Sara and I’ll figure on a different ending than Annie. But
now I’ve got two sisters to take care of, and Aunt Sara and I live with 
Grandma May. Grandma is the only one I might ever tell; my little 
sister is the last one. My sister loved Annie like I never would be 
able to; but then again, my sister never knew of Annie’s well kept 
secrets and her twisted mind. Annie was a perfectly normal mom when 
otherwise noted. Yet, with me and Aunt Sara, she was a demon unleashed 
from hell; a cold blooded murderess who’s twisted mind found her fate 
in the end intangible. Her final odyssey was her own; a cold murder of 
a summer eve, in which two chosen heirs deemed themselves otherwise and 
took their only victim.


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