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Quick info; you live in Chicago, Illinois.

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[name] was walking home the first time she crossed paths with Jack. It was 2 in the morning and she had just finished all the work she had been given at the office. The winter wind hitting her perky nose as she had forgotten her scarf at home that day. It made her skin shiver and look paler than usual.

Christmas lights complimented the city streets as the oh so jolly holiday was just a week away. Even though there was so much to distract her, she still managed to hear an unfamiliar sound. It resembled to that of when you separate the bone from the chunk of meat of a wing. [name]s stomachs growled as she bit her bottom lip.

She tried to pay close attention to where the sound was coming from and she soon realized it was just around the corner. She took slow steps as she peaked from the corner of a building. She couldn't see much for a second but once her eyes adjusted to the darkness, her jaw dropped.

A masked figure wearing all black was full on dissecting a woman. She had knee high boots, yoga pants, and a fur coat. A weird outfit for the middle of winter but who could think of that when everything she wore was splattered with blood.

The gushing sound of her bloody organs being moved around by the mans hands was the only thing [name] could pay attention to. She stood there staring in sheer awe, her eyes unblinking. Without realizing it, her hand had gone up to her mouth to press her lips shut.

The metallic smell of blood somehow reached her nose, making her feel dizzy. She then realized how long she had been standing there, staring. She quickly turned around and slammed her body agains the building wall as she panted.

[name] took out her phone as she took a deep breath and prepared herself. She had to pass by the entrance of the alley, meaning the killer could clearly see her if she did. Her plan was to pretend to be a random passerby and prevent getting caught. She walked back a building and when she knew she was far enough, she started to talk as if she had been talking for a long time.

"No- no I don't think he's an ass Courtney. . . I don't know- maybe he was in a hurry, I doubt he just bailed because he didn't like our date..." [name] said, making up the story on the spot as she walked past the alley.

She continued her lonely conversation until she reached the end of the next block. She sighed in relief as he put her phone away after checking to see if anyone was following her. Once she got to her apartment she closed the door and made sure it had all four locks locked, can't be too careful when you're a female living alone in the city of Chicago, especially when your neighboring town is where allot of crime occurs.

Once [name] doubled and even tripled checked that her house was under complete lockdown, she finally flopped on her bed. She lazily used her right foot to take off the left boot and vice versa. It was finally Christmas vacation so she could sleep in her uniform, unafraid that she might wrinkle it.

[name] stared up at the decorative white Christmas lights she had hanging on her sealing all year round. When she put them up she felt cliche but she soon didn't care as they somehow brought comfort to her. And right now, she needed all the comforting she could get. After all, she was just a witness to murder.

She couldn't sleep. The smell, feeling, sight, and even the taste of the memory was all she could think about. It worried her at how calmly she was processing these emotions.

"This doesn't make me a bad person right? I mean, I didn't do it. Sure I didn't stop it and I didn't call the cops but... man fuck the Good Samaritan Law- Why should I care if some lady got her guts played around with. Gotta be a tough bitch if you're gonna live in the city doll." [name] thought aloud.

She felt slightly bad for being so rude to a dead person, but then, she reassured herself by remembering her mothers words, "if you're alone, be ready to fight alone. You'll always be at a disadvantage because you're a girl, so always carry a weapon- But make sure it's not a blade longer than your longest finger because then that's considered an assault weapon" or something in those lines.

When [name] moved out of home, her mother gave her allot of advice, but mostly on fighting and protection. Her mother use to be one of those 'I don't have a hubby but I'll whoop you and all your squads ass if you touch me bitch' type of woman. In a way, [name] looked up to her. A strong, independent woman who didn't need a man. That's what [name] wanted to be.

As her thoughts trailed from a murder scene to sweet memories of living in the suburbs with her momma, she found herself slowly but surely falling asleep.

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A couple days had gone by and [name] had spent all of them indoors, [favorite hobbies] and eating. To many that may seem like waisting a perfectly good winter break but to her, it was the perfect vacation. And it wasn't lonely, she had her cats, Azazel and Hazel. Azazel was a black cat with green eyes and Hazel was a fluffy brown, black and white cat with green and brown eyes.

They were both mischievous and would occasionally cause mischief together but when they are apart, they're rather peaceful little pussies. It was snowing outside and as usual, Azazel stared out at the busy street, watching the people down bellow, probably pretending to be a dictator even though he was only on the third floor of the building. [name] sat on her couch wrapped in one of those super soft blankets as Hazel purred next to her as she stroked the felines back.

[name] typed away as she messaged an online friend she made a while ago. She heard Azazel jump off the widow frame and walk toward her bedroom, and so did Hazel. Some running, thumping, and hissing could be heard so she assumed the cats were fighting. [name] got up and walked toward her room, but when she went in, she saw both cats looking out the bedroom window. It faced the street where rarely any cars drove by so [name] was a bit confused at what they were so interested in.

She looked out the window and noticed that the patch of snow that should be resting on the outside of her window frame was cleared. She immediately put it aside as maybe the wind was probably too strong for snow to accumulate. She shut the blinds after making sure the window was locked and started heading to the door.

Azazel and Hazel jumped on her bed and started meowing at her to try and get their mistresses attention. She turned to look at them and noticed a pink sticky note attached to a dark blue rose resting on her bed. When she picked it up, she realized it was spray painted that color as the smell of the spray paint was still rather strong. She took the sticky note off and read what it said.

"Would you like to see more?"

The words written on the small note send a cold chill down her spine. The note could have meant anything but she knew what it really meant and what it was referring to. She gulped as she stared at her cats who gave her confused looks. She sighed as she walked back to the living room.

At that point she couldn't really call the cops. She knew that if the cops found out she was a witnesses to murder, wasn't threatened, but still didn't call them right then and there, she could get in serious trouble, and end up in jail. No family means no chance at bail so she'd rather die than go there.

The next day she had more security enforced in her apartment. She put more locks on all her windows and added an extra one just in case. She went with the locks since bars would be too dangerous in case of a fire and not to mention they would make her feel like a prisoner.

She crawled onto her bed as Azazel and Hazel lay at both ends of the queen sized bed. She took out her phone and checked out a few apps. She slowly drifted off to sleep as she listened to the weird filtered song on YouTube

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Unbeknownst to her, the writer of the little creepy note was sitting outside, next to her window frame.

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Eeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhh I'm never gonna finish any of my books I swear

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