Chapter 7

The girl's burnt body lay in the chest. It was a pretty disgusting sight.

„Let us pray for the soul of Mary, who unfortunately ended in burning with the devil's hand," the pastor preached.

I tried to help, so I wanted to help her. Well, it didn't work.

Her chest and body were slowly placed in the grave. Only one grave is empty, but I don't know who it will be.

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The sky frowned and turned gray.

„Lia, go with Matej to put a cow in the barn. It will rain."

We were only halfway there, it started to rain.

We quickly drove the cows into the barn and ran home.

My mother thinks I'll be the first to do it, but I think the opposite.

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I heard a very familiar sound, and I knew it was my last night today.

I went out into the rainy night.

„I don't want to die," she repeated around, as if to achieve something.

I don't want to die either, but I still can't choose.

Your task will be very special today. There are two glasses on the way, fill it with the blood of the other ...

I watched in horror. How do I kill that girl?

Exactly...

He answered for me.

„I don't ... aaaaaaa," I shouted in horror as I saw the other girl attack me with a knife in her hand.

„What the hell are you doing ?!"

„I don't want to die, so it will be you."

I started running to the forest in front of her. I didn't see anything because of the rain and there was mud all around, so I ran badly. My clumsiness caught up with me and I slipped and fell straight into the mud.

I lifted my upper body and saw a knife lying on the ground. I picked it up.

Stab her right in the throat ...

I looked at the ground again and saw a glass.

She could be heard screaming in the distance. She was close to me.

„One of us will die today, but I won't!" She shouted, throwing a knife at me.

I shot out the hand holding the knife and closed my eyes.

I heard clearly and distinctly how the knife stuck into her. I opened my eyes and released the knife.

Take a cup and put it around her neck ...

With my hands shaking, I picked up a glass and placed it around her neck. The cup slowly filled with her blood.

„W-what-t s-sho-ould i-i d-do no-ow?"

Soak your finger in the blood and cross your forehead ...

It was perverse and I wanted to cry and vomit at the same time.

I went home crying and lay down.

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In the morning they found a bloody girl lying in the mud, which I had to kill with my own hands, otherwise she would have killed me.

My mother was very happy that I survived. But the merit for life was the sacrifice of another life. I don't even wonder why all the girls who survived to the seventh night were killed within a year. This will haunt me forever.