Jamie walked into the abandoned meat packing factory, heels clicking against the concrete floor. Her blue Westwood dress and delicate appearance completely out of place here among the hooks and blood stains. She stopped for a moment, wrinkling her nose at the unpleasant smell of dust and rot.
” Someone said there was a scary ghost.” She called out, her voice ringing like a bell.
” So hurry up and show youself before i get bored.” she growled under her breath and crossed her arms over her chest. She glanced around her surroundings as she waited, squinting into shadows for any form of life.
Sullivan, in a dark corner of the wide open, main packing room of the factory, was in the middle of carving into his latest victim when he heard another one enter. His head snapped up and his eyes glinted in the pale moonlight shining in through the high windows and he let out a soft, irritated hiss.
This was his factory dammit! It used to be so peaceful here, but ever since he killed that first woman, the one who had come to inspect the place, the one who had planned to sell it… after her death, idiots were coming all the time now on silly dares. Sully could handle only so much intrusion.
He stood slowly, his narrowed eyes fixing on the new visitor, and crept closer, making hardly a sound. He stopped just short of leaving the darker shadows and tilted his head at the woman before him - if he could call her that.. was she a woman or a girl? He turned the knife slightly in his hand so it caught some light and reflected back at her, shining a bit more light on the intruder. “Love, I’m afraid you don’t belong here~…” His voice was soft and sounded whimsical - almost musical - but the warning was clear in his tone. “Why don’t you run along, hmm~?”
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