Chop, Chop

"They Were Going To Leave," Everleigh Turnbull repeated to herself as she dipped her fingers in her victim's blood, bringing it to the wall of her house. With every word was of a new victim's blood. Five people dead, five people closest to her, five people that were going to leave her. Police have yet to find her, until Detective Adam Smith located Everleigh in her house, cooking a kidney of one of her many victim's. "It's not a killing spree, it's revenge." Everleigh says to Detective Smith. Why would she want to kill the people closest to her? As the chilling message screamed on the rotting walls, they were going to leave her. "Chop, chop, chop." Everleigh whispers to herself when each victim was killed, blood covering hands and splattered all over her face, a sinster smile beneath the mess.