Midnight Murder

So I found this old short blurp that I wrote to go along with a picture. And I knew exactly what was happening, but upon rereading it, I realized that it wasn't exactly clear. And my roommate didn't get it. I would love for anyone to read it, and just tell me if they know what the bloody heck is going on. The only things you need to know is that p.Jesse had long black hair and has red eyes, and that the tarot card that predicts death is a skeletal rider on a horse:


She knew her death months before it happened. But, eventually, she convinced herself that she had read the card wrong (Then why did she keep glancing over her shoulder? (surely, it was just because it was halloween... but in a few minutes more, it'd be midnight and technically no longer halloween))...

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p.Jesse's hair billowed slightly in the cold autumn night air. He came to stop the pain- What he was about to do wasn't really his fault. (Or at least that's what he kept telling himself.)
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She was about to close her fortune shop when he walked in... Though she hoped... well, she still wasn't suprised.

"I suppose you're not here for a fortune." she stated.

A melodious laughter danced eerily upon the air, "No," Jesse leered, "No, I'm not."

She sighed, staring at the card displaying the skeletal rider sprawled on the table. "Will... will it hurt?"

Jesse shrugged nonchalantly and replied, "I wouldn't know." But perhaps her expression sparked some fragment of sympathy within him, because he felt compelled to further explain, "I wouldn't have come if you hadn't predicted your own murder."

This was true on more levels than one. When she contemplated these multiple meanings Jesse walked up and brought her head gently against his chest... one might think this an act between lovers, but it was just to muffle her screams.

"You know," she whispered softly, now completely at peace, "I tried to stop you. But I guess is was still inevitable in the end." Jesse winced painfully at this.

"Yes... I know."

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"I wouldn't have come if you hadn't predicted your own murder." Jesse repeated, though there was no longer anyone else alive in the area to talk to. He looked about the chaotic room until he picked up a limp doll. The doll had long black hair and red eyes (Jesse smiled at the familiarity) and three long pins sticking out of it. He pulled each pin out, each pull followed by painful gasp.

"I am sorry," he said to the figure on the floor, after finishing with the doll, "if it counts for anything. But I had to stop the pain. I suppose your trying to stop me was what really sealed your fate..."

And with that, he returned to the night.