MySnowWhiteQueen

It's 11:15 PM on October 17, 2011. So listen, and listen close. I only have a short time to tell this.
Only five years ago, I had it all. I worked at a company that made surgical supplies—masks, latex gloves, all that good stuff. I started working there when I was only seventeen, and I had no issues soaring my way to the top. I won employee of the month for three years in a row, I was a good and loyal employee. I was great.
Even as an apprentice, my uppers were coming to me with tasks that people who had worked there for twenty odd years could only dream of getting. I had it all. In a mere four years, I was at the head of my department making more in a month than an average man made in a whole year. I was handsome, I had a big house right in the center of town, I owned three cars, and I was living the bachelor lifestyle. I had it all.
On October 17, after a hard day at work, a few of my co-workers and I decided to go to the local strip club and get shit-faced. At around midnight, we all left the bar and went our separate ways. I sat in the drivers seat of my shiny, expensive Cadillac and waved as my friend honked at me. I waited until I couldn't see his headlights anymore and pulled out of the parking lot.
Going my usual route, I quickly found myself surrounded by tall trees and lots of grass. I was out in the middle of nowhere, and it was just how I liked it. Pulling off to the side of the cracked road, I quickly shut the car off and rolled the windows up.
Reaching into my glove box I pulled out a baggie that contained marijuana. Opening the bag, I inhaled deeply and a wicked smile spread across my face. "Ah, that's some good shit..." I spent a good hour getting stoned, and once I was finished, I put everything back neatly in the glove box.
Twisting the keys in the ignition I slowly lurched forward and continued on my way. I gradually gained in speed, and before long I was racing down the long and winding country road with my windows all the way down and the stereo all the way up. The song was some shitty ass RnB song that was trending that week.
When I finally saw her in the headlights, it was already too late. I slammed down on my brakes, but it was already too late. Throwing open my door I ran to the front of the car and crouched down by her twisted and broken body. Tears were streaming freely down my face now as I looked at her, lying in a pool of blood. On the muffler of my car, there was a long strand of chestnut brown hair. Her hair.
I wasn't thinking straight, and I was pretty fucked up, and everything after that point became a blur. I faintly remember picking her up gently and putting her in the trunk, but after that... nothing. I don't remember where I dumped the body, or when, or how... All I know is, she was gone.
I quickly sped home and rushed into the garage. Unlocking my door with shaky hands, I turned on all the lights in the house and jumped in the shower. I was in there for probably two and a half hours, and it was almost painful for me to shut the water off and step into the steamy bathroom. I wrapped a towel around my waist and opened the door, shuddering when a blast of cold air slammed into me like a wrecking ball.
I stepped out and looked down the hall. No wonder it was so cold, the window was open. But... I didn't open the window. Breaking out into a half-run I slammed the window closed and locked it, turning around and straining my eyes in the dark to see if I could see if anybody had broken in, when I heard a loud thump come from my bedroom.
My insides turned to ice and my hands began to shake. Even though every fiber of my being was screaming at me to run from the house, to wake the neighbors, to tell them somebody was in my house, I didn't. Instead, I walked down the hall, took a left, and turned the knob to my bedroom.
It was pitch black inside, and I couldn't see a thing, so I reached over... turned on the light switch...
I pissed myself. I literally stood in a puddle of my own piss, shaking like a baby. There in the center of the room was the woman. The right side of her head was bashed in and I could see her brain. Her eyeball was gone, too. Her arm was twisted and bent at an odd angle, I could see the bone in her leg sticking out... And her chest was caved in.
She stared at me and I stared at her as I stood in that puddle of piss and then she started walking towards me. My breathing came in rapid little gasps and I almost shit myself as she walked right past me, went down the hall, and disappeared down the steps.
I sank to my knees and curled up in a fetal position, and I stayed that way until morning. It was in that exact position that my neighbor found me.
On October 17 of every year at midnight, she visits me. She stares at me. She doesn't move, just stares at me. It's 11:59 right now... and... she's already here...
She's closer than she normally is... Why... is she... lllllkkkkkkkklllllllllllljjjjjjjjjjjjjmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
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