“I have had it
with these mother****in' snakes on this mother****in' plane!”
Cleopatra*
Today's story
will be an interesting change of pace. I've had both silly and
serious stories but I've decided to go onto the darker side of things
today. I hope you enjoy the change of pace!
Daniel The
Singing Killer
“One murder,
two murder, three murder, four murder, five murder! Sing along with
me! Strike him and see which way the blood goes...up, down, left or
right!” I sighed. The bodies never sing along. It's so sad. What a
pity.
“Agh!” I
screamed when I attacked the next victim. It hurt so badly. I felt sick and room spun. Why does it
hurt when I kill now? When I stab people now it feels like I've been
stabbed. When I club them I feel like I've been clubbed. Shoot them
and I feel all the pain of being shot. I don't die like they do it
just feels that way.
It's taken all
the joy out of killing yet I still want to do just as much. I'm the
number one serial killer and I took two hundred victims before those
cops got me. I've killed so many since I've gotten here. And the
people just practically walk up to me. They don't resist.
They just kind
of wait. And there are weapons all over the floor for me to use. It's
so easy, but it hurts so much I hate it because I feel all their pain
unlike before the cops caught me. Y'know since this was all so easy I
haven't been thinking about my situation. I've been feeling the pain
of these victims for awhile. I don't remember being hungry for a long
time. This is all happening in some hotel with only stairs and no
windows so I can't tell how many floors there are. How big is this
place?
I've been
wrapped up in my desire to kill that I haven't been thinking, where
was I before this? Yes, I was in prison. And there was the man with
the needle. The needle with the lethal ejection. He stabbed me and
put it straight it. Hmm...that doesn't make sense. If that happened
how am I here still killing? Still in my mad desire to kill, but now
feeling all the pain of these victims? I don't understand what detail
am I missing? And the pain makes me no longer enjoy it all yet I
still want to do it. Ugh. And even my earlier song didn't cheer me
up. Nothing did. I felt so sad.
I then
remembered something after the injection. A man with red skin and
horns. He said something to me while he stood with me in the lobby of
this hotel.
“Hello Daniel
the Singing Killer. This is your new, eternal home. You should
consider yourself at a new level for the devil himself to build a
special place just for you.” The man popped away in a puff of
smoke.
When I saw all
the weapons on the ground and all the tied up people on the ground I
lost it and stopped thinking about it all until these recent moments.
But then I noticed all these people were male. They all had black
hair, blue eyes and were the same height as me. They even wore my
favorite shirt and jeans. I was wearing them too. Not the prison
uniform I wore moments before. All the victims looked exactly like
me. I picked up a chain from the ground. Five of them looked at me
blankly. I hit one of their sides. I felt it. I think I understand
now where I was.
And I needed to
keep killing them.
Author
Comment: Well
here's my first shot at a good ol' horror-ish story. Wonder if I did
it right, since I wrote it I don't really know how scary it is.
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