Short Story Of A Serial Killer

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I was sitting on my bed, my laptop in front of me. The light illuminating from the screen was the only light in the room, more likely the only house. I was home alone due to my mom taking late shift at the local bar, but she should have been back by now. I assumed she was at some ones house. It wouldn't surprise me. She gets off with anyone she meets, man or woman. It sickens me, how my mother acts around other people, and around me. She's been like it ever since dad died. Attacked by a serial killer when he was coming home from his late night shift at the gas station. His body was found on the street, a smile carved into his face with the words "Go to sleep" written in blood on his white work T shirt.... (Shut up.) My mom has constantly

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