Me: Sup peeps, I bring you an OC free story. Which is also full of murder, tragedy, and unhappiness. But~ I will put in romance! I hope...But anyway, this story is the product of reading too many creepy pastas. Never read creepy pastas while writing cute school HNKNA while reading them, cuz then you'd want to write a murder story.

Nina: *shakes head* I'm glad you didn't put me in this one... Al doesn't own HNKNA. We'd be in trouble if she did.

Sitting in an oval shaped desk, the news reporter, with her long brown hair falling down her back and two large ringlets framing her face, there were also two large eyes that were the color of clearest aquamarine ocean waters, she looked at her script and blanched. Her face was one of horror and the camera crew blinked, including her other coworkers.

The weatherman frowned, whispering in her ear piece, "Lorina! What's wrong? We're on air!"

"N-No way…" Lorina muttered, her make up contrasting against her pale skin.

"Ms. Liddell!" Another one hissed.

"He's here! Oh my god he's here!" The woman began to hyperventilate, "THAT MAN IS HERE!"

The television set began to flicker, but the woman's screaming could still be heard along with several crewmen trying to calm her. One patted her back and flinched at her next words.

"No, we're all gonna die…we're all gonna die!" She sobbed, clutching the guy's jacket lapels.

The news shut off and the screen went black. Moments later, the TV turned back on but it was in an odd color, it was bright but it was also dark. There was a shadowy man in all black, but he was laughing and wielding a long dagger. Almost everyone on the set was dead, their blood coating all the surfaces that the liquid could touch. The only one alive, besides the man, was the female news reporter, Lorina. She was crying and backing away, pleading for her life. His back facing the screen, the mad laughter became louder.

"P-PLEASE! DON'T KILL ME!" Lorina shrieked, sobbing harder as the man exploded in another fit of laughter.

Pausing the man cocked his head to the side, "Why? I'm a fucking serial killer aren't I? You said so yourself bitch, all of you were going to die."

With that, the screen went black again but one could hear the sound of footsteps and the woman's constant cries and whimpers. A flicker of static danced on the screen, moments later, even it vanished.

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Then horrible, blood curling screams of pain and fear.

Me: P.s, this is a prologue. This story's muse is very fleeting but with the help of my cousin, I'll try to write more.