Three in the morning (For the halloween Competition)

I don't remember this, I'll never remember that. All I do remember is blood, sweat and tears.
Oh, and screams, every little scream.

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7. Night number seven - The cardboard box.

 

I delved deeper into the box, hoping that I'd find something useful, what I found wasn't what I thought it would be.

I didn't expect much, but hell... When have I ever?

My whole life got turned upside down and inside out as I pulled out more photos, specifically, photographs of all the killers victims, all the text written in my shear handwriting. Next out came a thin cloth, a hankerchief, splattered with red, my initials stitched carefully into the bottom left corner. Lastly, I took out a gun, nothing special... just a gun, I checked for ammo, empty.

Now, I'll let you know this now, I was never top of my class for anything, but it didn't take me very long to piece this puzzle together. Somebody must have framed me! No... That couldn't be possible... But... The only other solution was extremely far fetched. Hell, I knew something was up from the start. The only other suspect... was me.

​I was the red handed killer.

 

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