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Chapter 7: Ojai
"What are you doing?" A woman yells, bringing me out of my trance. I gaze at the gory scene in front of me and smell the acrid scent of blood overloading my senses. Before I turn around, I notice the bloody machete in my hand and try to hide it under my shirt. The woman behind me, points at me and screams, "He killed her."
Scanning the crowd around me, I catch a glimpse of red and look closer. There she stands, the soul eater with her black soulless eyes just smiling at me with that smile that still creeps me out. You would think that it wouldn't after all this time, but it still gives me a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.
Seeing her, makes my fight or flight instinct kick in and I run. Running as fast as I can, I keep going till I can't hear the woman screaming anymore and I have put enough distance between us. I consider throwing the machete into the water, but instead I lift the lid to the dumpster and throw it
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