Number Eight
By: Gabriella Balcom

The woman lay on the ground face-up, throat slashed. Underneath her closed eyelids, police found intricate snowflakes carved into her eyes. Deep stab wounds covered her torso, her stomach gaping open. Her intestines were positioned around her body in the shape of a Christmas tree.

Detective Bunton studied everything while his partner, Twayer, made a sketch and took pictures.

"He didn't leave any evidence behind," Bunton announced. "Not a single drop of blood either."

Twayer nodded. "She was killed elsewhere and positioned here."

"Just like the other seven. Every Christmas, the Slasher does the same thing with a new victim."

The End

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