Jane was with her imaginary friends. After she stabbed a boy, she dragged his body into the depths of the moor, the blood falling from his fingers like flakes of crimson snow. The girl with one weird smile threw him into flames of Hell saying 'You don't belong here and you never will.' The wings of the hospital stretched out on either side, countless rows of pitch-black windows staring out into the nights like empty eyes. The madness of the girl, is spreading, run or she will kill you.
by Stela Rachimova (13)
St Mary's High School, Lurgan
Competition - Grim Tales
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