Dear Diary,
This is my last entry - the Police caught me, and I'm awaiting trial for the murders of my sister and all the people that she killed. I've got ten minutes.
I told you that my sister talked to me before I killed her. The tablets that she gave me were sleeping pills - she wasn't lying about that.
The reason she framed me was because she was jealous of sharing our parents' love between us; selfishly wanting them for herself.
She needed me gone.
Her jealously led to a burning desire for revenge, and eventually to an all-consuming madness.
She didn't orchestrate the dreams though - they were the result of my own troubled mind.
My time's nearly up, but I hope that the Police will read this and realise who the real culprit is-
Wait.
Something's just occurred to me.
What if this is all a terrible dream, and nothing's true? I don't know what's real anymore - I guess I won't ever know.
Good bye for the final time -
Love, Jingle
YOU ARE READING
Jingle Hell [Complete]
HorrorJingle Hell, Jingle Hell, Jingle all the way. Oh what fun, It is to hide; To slaughter and to slay... (Winner of @Fright's Holiday Horror Contest!) Highest ranking: #10 in horror, 27th December 2016 Featured in @IncarnateMovie 'Best of Horror' read...