Date: 10/17/2016
By WILDlucy
I was living at this huge house, kind of like a mansion. I was the only girl in this house. Many men (not weird or pedophile like men, but men I knew personally) lived in the house. I had just recently become old enough to take part in their "business". I was like their manager but I also did dirty work. We killed...things. They weren't people. They looked like people but weren't. They weren't aliens, demons, ghosts animals or zombies. Something beyond those. They were also criminals. We were gathered in a room at the house. We drank coffee and ate. I had a notebook that kept track of the "people" we had killed. We weren't committing any crime by doing so. We needed to kill them. We didn't ever really search for them. They usually showed up and tried to hurt us. We were planning on going to go somewhere that night to hang out. We got there and saw the things. It was a couple. I pulled out my gun, yelled "HEY" and shot the man. He fell but didn't die. He got right back up and charged at me. One of the guys shot him and took me home. They told me to take a break from all of this. Of course I didn't want to. I was determined to keep doing this.