The girl rushed into the bathroom and locked her door
Her heart beating as fast as a humming bird's wings
All she had with her was her iPad
She texted her friends as the banging on her door started
She prayed that someone on the group chat could reply as she pressed her back against the door
Someone call 911 the girl frantically texted
Tell them there is a killer in my house and I barricaded myself in the bathroom
He is armed with a knife
She proceeded to type her adress in case the friend responding had forgotten
I don't have a phone with me, otherwise I would call them myself
This is not a prank she quickly added, then waited, heart beating, for a response
Her friend responded I called the police
The girl could only hope that the killer didn't find a way to get to her before the police arrived
They say they're on their way, I'll stay on the line with them the girl's friend quickley wrote
The banging on the door stopped and the girl, terrified, updated her friend
The girl herd footsteps retreat. Then silence.
And then the slightest sounds of someone running.
Could it be the police? The girl thought. But she heard no silence
She could have been any more wrong
The horrifying truth hit her as the killer rammed into the door, breaking the handle, and knocking the girl to the ground.
The girl lay sprawled face dow on the bathroom floor, her iPad lay somewhere near her, vibrating every time a new text arrived
She struggled to get to her feet, but the killer pushed her back down onto the floor, then sat on her back, putting all his weight on her to prevent her escape.
He then raised his knife and brought it down slowly, almost lovingly, into her heart
The girl screamed.
Then her scream was cut off as she lay limp on the bathroom tile.
The man flipped the girl up and proceeded to repeatedly stab the girl.
The girl's corpse lay like a lump of meat.
Almost unidentifiable due to the mass amount of blood on the girl's terrified face
The killer admired his work and then picked up the girl's device
He read through the girl's texts, but was in no hurry as he took a picture of her dead body, sent it, and then wrote:
You can now inform the police that your friend is dead.
He then melted the screen of the iPad, destroying his fingerprints and then grabbed his knife and ran.

Well..... wellllllllll. I have no idea what that was. I just had an inspiration in the bathroom. And this is what it turned into.... wellllll. I was just terrified that this would happen to me, for I do not have a phone.... so if a serial killer broke into my house, I would be f**ked.
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If Nina reads this, sorry, I know you already question my sanity
See you guys next time....
~Try