When the occasional jane-doe body went missing, it raised little question at the hospital. Then, as the months progressed, the staff started vanishing. This nameless Killer has been busy redefining the phrase, 'Self made woman.'
Oh this was so much fun! I had been talking about my love of Frankenstein women when it dawned on me, 'Wow, I haven't drawn one in a while!' Also, I had wanted to put some flair on my very own Creepy-pasta. People created,Slenderman, Jeff, Jane, laughing jack, I wanted one too.
So here, I bring you this nameless, reanimated, hack and slash Killer. Who get's stylish with people's body parts apparently! This babe needs a name, any ideas? 50 POINTS to the one I like the best!
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The Stolen, Prt 110 o'clock and another day was behind them. The baby was finally a sleep and the parents were watching their low-volume, child unfriendly, tv show down stairs. This tended to be their only alone time anymore, sneaking in HBO shows like criminals in the night.
The wife was half asleep anyways; her head drowsily slumped against her husbands shoulder. Her hand still buried lifelessly in the popcorn bowl, "Tessa," He wiggled his chest and patted her hip, "Tessa you're missing it!"
The blonde only muttered incoherently, discerned it was something along the lines of, Shut up Henry. Annoyed, he looked back to the show as the on-screen monster promptly ate the victim in a volley of overacted shrieks, mechanical chomps and unnecessary explosions of blood. Awesome.
This beat the shit out of Sesame Street.
"Best thing on television." And Henry pushed his wife's hand out of the way, grabbing a fist full of popcorn for himself. Slouching, he chewed loudly, letting sprinkles of salt an