Friday, 4 December 2015

NW ED - Group Treatment



It is dark. The girl sees a letter addressed to her with her name on it on her doormat, she slowly reaches down and picks up the letter. She cautiously opens it and begins to read the hand written letter. The dark lair of the psychopath is revealed, there’s a red light in the corner creating a eerie glow throughout the room and there is a male hand writing the letter. The girl is reading the letter, it is effecting her emotionally, she is distraught at the fact her best friend has killed herself. Inside the lair of the psychopath there are maps and photos of the locations depicting where the two girls have been.

The girl continues to read the letter, she is becoming panicked. She opens the front door. Warily she looks around the in the dark with the icy, cold wind hitting her face and a tear dripping down her face. There’s no one outside, the air is soulless. She turns back into the house, leaving the door open. She is vulnerable. The other girls dead body is sprawled across the floor in the lair with warm, sticky blood dripping down her hand. The psychos knife is cleaned and returned to the collection of tools placed on his desk. There’s an axe, sharp knife, coping saw, hammer, spanner, screwdriver, chisel and crowbar. They are crooked and rusted but are placed in order obsessively on a white cloth. The maps with pictures of girls are covered in a thick layer of dust and there are lines drawn and pins to locate the girls in specific locations where they have been photographed and followed. Photos of other girls are crossed out by the psychopath and he crosses the photo of the previous victim in a dark red marker pen. The photo of the girl reading the letter is circled. The psycho gazes upon his prey and his next target, the dark shadow conceals his face but it is obvious to see his overbearing figure looming in the room.

Back in the house, the girl finishes reading the letter, in her disbelief she releases it from her hand. It gently floats to the floor and the insignificant noise of it hitting the floor seems to echo around her. Without warning the door slams shut. She freezes with fear and her body stays put however her head begins to turn to see what could be behind her. She is unaware of what is about to happen. A bag is forced over her head and she is plunged into darkness.

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