The first thing I see is the blood that's drizzled down her dress. Her pasty white face is as white as snow and her long brown hair crawls down her back. Her large luscious lips, the colour of the blood, drizzle down her dress.
She slices her victims in half before leaving them there to suffer. She is able to kill because she is so quiet. When she walks you can't hear a sound. She will creep up on without you knowing and in a blink of an eye she slices you in half. No one will ever know the quiet girl down the road has a killer instinct at the top of her mind.
Just a glimpse of her will send a shiver up your spine.