THE RED ROSE

The whispering eyes were fixed on Mrs. Baker, who was watering the lawn plants. It is a witch that is known... Nance in my ear

Are you gardening at this time?

However, Mrs. Baker always did gardening. It would be there when I returned in the evening or at night, or in the morning when I left for work.

Always wearing gowns in black, or you were a plant.

the lawn was wreaking havoc from the ringed bird flowers.

Why this colorless woman is so interested in plants and flowers is beyond me. I have an idea. Allow me to defend you. June is Miranam (jhon) for each third person. 24 years old, I.

Additionally, I resemble my name in every third person. Normal.

However, the chances claim that I have many hands.

Who is Nancy, then? My friend is Nancy. Tell me a secret, my only friend in this town: I want to marry her. However, we were referring to the missing biker.

My landlord is Maszbakar. I was given the job here, and I stayed in front of a big lawn to get out of the room. Here it is tracked down amidst the Courier.

Miss Baker is probably not connected to anyone. I didn't at least see.

I tried to say hello to him when I started a new shift at this house, but he saw my cold demeanor and left. However, her personality was now becoming more enigmatic.

Especially when I arrived, she was mostly living on the lawn.

She never spoke to me, but if I had seen her through her eyes, it would have felt like a wave in my spine.

I had never seen eyes like that in real life.

... I was dead, cold, and didn't know.

I was just telling you that I started liking Nancy and wanted to marry her.

Nancy and I had just met, and we were very close. Because of the horrifying incidents of serial killings in our town, I requested this wedding.

The victim, who was nearly my age, was brutally broken and killed. Yes, there was a red glow on the top of the body following each incident. The red Gulab was inexhaustible in Miss Baker's garden.

Gracious… .. .. What was my take on it? But why don't you go? My heart is telling me that these incidents involve linen and misses baker.

His style is extremely enigmatic.

I quickly crossed the Garden, entered my room, and made a knife before Nancy took me off the door. This process of a few Monts accelerated me.

I perceived Mrs. Baker's eyes to be on my waist.

He was lying down because I was so worn out. I opened my eyes at night. I looked at the clock with an extraordinary pinch in the environment. I got up and left the bed. Encircle the window. Oh, God.

At that point, she was still in the garden. He was providing the strongest support for a plant.

No, plants. At the same time, Miss Baker turned to see that I had moved quickly from the window and that my heartbeat had increased.

No, no one is still shocked. The killer is Miss Baker.

My spirit was shattered as soon as he saw me. This is not going to be my case today, his eyes are icy and brutal.

No, I will no longer reside here.

Tomorrow I'll leave this house. Yes, I must wash my hands with the deposit money, but I will no longer live here.

However, if you visit tomorrow. It most likely intends to kill me today.

I had an idea in my head. Tonight is my departure date. I called Nancy's number and picked up the phone. Finally answered the phone, despite several false starts.

Is it good right now, you jhon? No Nancy goodness... Are you at this time? What can you do? His sleep had drowned out his voice. If you don't, you might not see me tomorrow. I was weeping. "Come in well," she asked incredulously, "What are you saying?" - "Come on... Please."

I packed my luggage into a suitcase as soon as Nancy gave me the horn. I looked at the Garden before I left, and it was empty. "I grew up, thank you."

I hurriedly left the room. My heart was pounding quickly. such as in my ears.

Crossing the Nursery, abruptly my voice hit my ears from my back.

"Stop, kid." Stop, please. You will sin otherwise. "

I left the house and attended the initial start. Nancy made the car bigger.

"Leave this place as soon as you can." My breathing was still out of control.

Nancy, I will no longer reside in this house.

Today, she would kill me. I'm grateful. You came to collect me. What would happen instead?Nancy was traveling quickly. He gave me a look.

But what happened? The devil was dancing at Nancy's beautiful form.

He grinned.

He was not long, as dangerous as Dracula, and she began to move toward me, the teeth emerging from behind its beautiful lips.

So, isn't Nancy that stunningly chaste Miss Baker?

Oh, I seem to recall that Nancy always wore a flower in her hair. Surgery.

But what good is this now...