never miss another strange story subscribe and hit the bell sit back and get comfortable I have a few stories to share with you I'm a young man in my twenties the typical kind you would say I had a girlfriend until she was killed in her own room thousands of miles away from me I witnessed everything over Skype it was a late autumn afternoon i sat down on the couch with my laptop and pressed called I'm Skype me and my girl we had been in this relationship for longer than most people would expect from a pair of Millennials living on the opposite side of the globe the Skype thing for us was kind of a schedule daily ritual that bridge the distance and sustained a lot a healthy habit if you may the ringing tone stretched out into what sounded like millennia I smiled getting ready to greet her blissful face always too close to the camera that was what was special about her a certain clumsiness and innocence losing of every little thing she did from the big brown sparkly eyes from the unknown baby hair from the killer smile that my thoughts were violently interrupted when a masked figure appeared in the car window I yelped but the deep dark stare from behind the eye cutouts stained undisturbed it looked unapologetically at the camera then slowly rocked up letting the whole scene be captured my heart tensed my girlfriend was lying on her bed motionless the masks thing grabbed her and jerked her head up to look straight at me it's finger pointed at the bloody mess that now covered the entire room then moved up to its lips in a shushing gesture the brutality of the scene paralysed me my seat I covered my mouth with my hands to stop myself from vomiting my eyes stayed fixed and frozen in the surreal sight in front of me a silent scream was lost amid the vortex of emotion to see inside my brain the masked pillar dropped my girlfriend's head went at me then quietly backed out of the room silence I was left there staring at a corpse of the girl I loved lying on the bed that turned crimson from her blood a physical metaphor for the bed of roses at once promised her I guess you get what you deserve I thought bitterly impressed and called I sip my coffee satisfied not letting my guilt take over the pleasure I gave myself a 10 out of 10 for such a genius plan of hiring an assassin to murder my cheating girlfriend all I needed to do is to pick up the phone and call her local police station and to play the role of the distraught witness thousands of miles away the phone rang as I reached for it mildly perplexed I took the call they pitch me it looks like somebody's with her a man probably her new you know by the octopus told a surprise party today speak later said the distorted voice the assassin they hired [Music] [Music]