The elegant and beautiful blonde haired girl, appearing as though she were in her early twenties; unstrapped her bra as she was preparing to take a swim in the desolate pool - obviously she did not know that she was being watched by a strange, unknown force; capable of attacking her whenever it pleased; if the force felt the need or desire to do so.
The girl shivered uncontrollably with no resistance whatsoever in the bleak of the dark, widowed night and anxiously dipped her seemingly perfect toes into the clear, stimulative water, in order that she may assess the warmth of the swimming pool's capacity of water - it was quite warm.
Slowly but surely, the statuesque, nude girl lowered herself into the abysmal depths of the water until she was entirely trapped within the realms of the pool; engulfed by the water and - the unknown force.
The dainty girl began to swim around the pool, at first, simply toying with the directions in which she swam but in time she began to swim lengths of the pool and then she swam laps, plunging underneath the pool's surface and surging back to the pool's surface frequently so that she may take a breath of air. Meanwhile she was still being surveilled by the unknown force; as though she were a suspicious looking vandaland the the force were a security guard, making the utmost attempt in catching the culprit and penalizing her for her non-existent execrable deed.
The graceful girl had been swimming for about an hour roughly and noticed the water's temperature had fallen dramatically all of a sudden. Due to this inconvenience she decided to take on final dip under the water and then she would leave and depart from the pool and make her way back to her home, before her parents found out she had been out, which was about a mile away. The girl took one last breath of air and plunged beneath the water's surface once more and still not knowing that the unknown force was stalking her; watching her every move.
When the girl was finally beginning to dissipate her oxygen, she swam to the pool's surface to take a breath of air; there was just one tiny problem though (well quite big, actually) - the surface had turned to ice.
The girl began to thrash at the ice as though it were her opponent in a boxing match and scream frantically but all that could be produced were gargles and they most likely were not heard due to the thick layer of ice which was once the water that was the pool's surface. Within seconds, the young libidinous girl died, with no more oxygen remaining, her lungs drowned with water; starvered of oxygen - the unknown force had completed it's task and ambled across the ice of the pool.
The force looked to the bottom of the pool where the girl floated; no life in the once abounded with natural beauty and out of nothing the unknown force let out an obscure, piercing scream as it sucked something from her body and through the thick layer of ice - her soul.
The unknown force began to chant the words in the style of a ritual, or a poem and such, in an incomprehensible language that humans could never hope to comprehend - the force, was evil; it had devoured the girl's soul.
The unknown force then continued on into the distance, off to find a new soul to torment and devour; the ice breaking immediately after the force had left.

*

It was an absolute NIGHTMARE!
Aimie Radke had gotten absolutely no sleep at all from the night before due to her case of insomnia and had slept in and was running late for school - this was not a good thing for Aimie, as it only meant one thing - more attention than necessary.
When Aimie finally got to school and had been excused by her teacher for her lateness, she seated herself in her usual seat, in the back seat on the far right side of the room; far away from everyone else.
Aimie Radke was bullied in her school, she didn't fit in with the status quo; she was different. Aimie had black hair, with her fringe falling into her eyes and long bangs, what some people would classify as a 'dyke' hairstyle - difference number one.
Difference number two - Aimie listened to heavy metal, emo, thrash and punk; not many of the kids in Aimie's class listened to music like that; they wouldn't accept it so she was then labelled as an emo - great.
Difference number three - Aimie was heavily abused and acutely tormented by her 'loving parnets'. Every day, they tried to kill her at least a dozen times. An example of how this effected her when she was at school is when one day, when she had just gotten out of the shower, with a towel wrapped around the lower part of her body, she was straightening her hair then her dad came into her bedroom, pissed out of his skull, as always, and he just randomly; for no apparent reason, spat on her and said,
'You're a pathetic excuse of a human.'
'You don't deserve to live.'
'You're not my child.'
'You're adopted.'
Obviously Aimie was able to handle these insults her dad hurled at her quite sufficiently, seeing as she had heard them from him and her mother at least a thousand times before and to be honest she had become very much accustomed to it.
In this particular scenario though it wasn't about the pain, it was about the scarring which was left after this encounter with her father.
After Aimie's dad had said all of this, he asked,
'Why are you straightening your hair Aimie?'
Aimie then thought, 'wow, he's actually being considerate to me for the first time ever,'
Then Aimie told her father that she preferred her hair when it was straight. All of a sudden he steam trained towards her, grabbed her straighteners and ran them across the upper part of her small fragile body, and left a massive scar across her body, he laughed, dropped the straighteners and began to leave her room.
Aimie screamed at him inhumanely, fighting through tears and the burning sensation her chest was currently experiencing,
'What did you do that for!?'
Her father looked back at her, with an evil grin on his ratty little face, as always, he said,
'You weren't naturally born with straight hair, so why should you have it now? You should be grateful for what you have been given in your life and make the most of it you silly little girl.'
The next day, when Aimie went into school, she had P.E - not good.
When she was getting changed all the other girls in her class saw the burn that her father and the straighteners had left on her chest and that instantly took the 'emo/ self-harming' bullying to a whole new level.
Aimie heard what everybody else was saying in History lesson - they were all saying, 'I'm guessing the emo faggot was too busy slitting her wrists today then,' and then, 'yeah, that's probably why she was so late!' Cue giggles.
This hurt Aimie, it hurt her more and more everyday; the taunting; the bullying; the irremediable calamity which was her life, due to these horrible, so called 'classmates,' she just felt like getting a gun, pulling th trigger, feeling the blow and saying goodnight
to planet earth - it was just so hard for her to bear - and as hard as it may seem, it was getting harder and harder.
At the end of the school day - in the last lesson - Chemistry, the teacher said she was going to make an important announcement and that everyone must pay the utmost attention,
'Okay guys, today, the council have instructed all schools to tell their pupils to be very careful when outside; travel in groups; not alone, if you see anyone or anything suspicious around town or school - report it immediately, I don't know how to say this kids but.. many young girls from the ages of 5-23 have gone missing over the past few weeks and, well, it is believed that, a killer is on the loose.'
The teacher's face even showed a depth of fear and horror, even though she was the grown up, responsible adult making the announcement; the class went wild with panic. Aimie was just curious - not necessarily worried.