Nightmare woman

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 07, 2017

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Hi my name is whisper the reason I call my self that is because the last thing you will hear is the whisper of my voice. I am definitely no saint I am what some people call psychotic I am no such thing!. Yes I might live for the thrill of death and I lust for blood. But I can’t say I am a psychotic person. I keep myself tamed my lower body chained to my sides I can not revile the killer within as the chains continue to hold my body together. The day goes on I am waiting till the sun hits that horizon, for the chains to fall to the ground and the corruption in sides burst out like fireworks. The first stalk of the night. A man I named cruel, his routine I’ve followed for three months now. His sick ways make me want to turn his own torture against him. The night I caught him he gets home, the first thing he does was walk In the house grab his wife out of bed by her hair and he yells “get on your knees! As two kids hear the commotion outside the room. They come out and see their mother in the living room on her knees. He turns and say “sit by your mom”. As he degrades the mom and has the kids watch. There eyes fill with tears, he then yells at the kids “go get my cigarettes”. So scared and shaky the kids not wanting to leave, they slowly get up. Looking back at their moms bruised face and torn clothes. Slowly leaving the room the kids can’t help but cry for their mother. With a calm voice she says “go on” a couple of minutes have passed and the kids return. With shaky voices the kids say “can’t find them” what! He yells. Damn kids can’t do anything right. With a firm hand I hear a slap, both kids fall to the floor he then turns his back heading towards the door. My anger and rage get the best of me. finally see him walking right into my trap, now is the time to strike. “he will feel the pain of a constricted Bowe”. This is the kind of man that I would gladly say fits the list. As he exists the door I see his grim, disgusting face I approach him with a smile. His eyes meet mine he asks “who are you and what do u want” I rush him with a rag full of chloroform. His body drops to the floor like a wrecking ball to the ground. His body knocked out cold I begin to drag his body to the woods behind his home. Finally the last step to my plan I begin to wrap him up slowly but tightly. like when a snake constricts its prey, the breath from his body is released every breath slowly becoming his last. I look deeply into his eyes making sure that the last thing he sees is my face. I hear his heartbeat slowly decrease thump, thump… thump the last beat he’ll ever have I take it in. The sound, the smell and the rush of cold come over his body. Time for a moment stands still, and I embrace in the darkness that takes over my body, heart and soul. I felt the rush like an adrenalin shot to the heart a burst of pure power. Could this be who I’ve become? in the way back of my mind I weep and cry “no” But why does it feels so good to take a soul. “who” I ask myself can be next? In a way I feel as if I am a hero in my own sick dark way. I can save many more from what I went through and I’ll make them all pay. With the darkness in my mind I quickly jump to my next victim. I will go through the night like a lion stalking its pray in this case I can stalk mine for at least a month or two I continue to learn every single thing about the person. The habits, there flaws everything from the smallest detail. like what food allergies they have because it just might play for my benefit while I am learning all I need to know. As I wait patiently the nights pass and the morning sun arrives. I then portray myself as a hard working, single women with a good job working for eight hours shifts, still having time I go volunteer at a local animal shelter after about four hours of working with abused animals make my life seem pretty good I get the sense of calmness from them, the love and kindness I feel from these animals helps the brewing corruption Inside a bit more bearable. The day is almost over but the sun is still in the sky so I head home as usual my routine sets in. Lock the car door, enter the house, take out the trash and wash my dishes placing everything in its exact spot. No missed steps because if everything isn’t just right. The little grip I have on this so called life will plunge into total darkness. With much anticipation my body leans in to watch the sun as it sets down. With every inch toward that horizon my insides claw at me to get out! “owe it Hurt” the pain is like a razor blades slowly cutting at my skin. Upon realizing that my body can no longer hold her down. Out she comes just in time to see the sun finally set. Now completely gone she’s eagerly awaits till I fade away like a thick curtains closing in on me. “who’s the next on my list” can it be a woman who’s so horrendous That she finds it pleasing to hurt her husband in the most mental ways his mind burnt to ash, his eyes no longer have life in them. Should she be the one I decided to make a victim in my twisted story I debate as I keep my eyes on her. Two month have come and gone. And I am now picturing the soon death of a women who’s medieval laughter makes me grind my teeth. This women has been luring men to her home day after day. I watch while her husband a slave in his own home. She gets the men and slowly doses them with acid there insides burn. Foaming from the mouth, “I can’t let this go on”. Tonight I will kill the witch! while another victim pulls up to the witch's house the car head light hit her eyes. The unknowingly victim has arrived I’d wish he can see what she is but of course there entranced by her charming ways. She has entangled them in her web slowly draining them of life. Just as she did to her husband I need to strike before she can kill or harm the rest of the men. Patiently waiting for this moment to finally arrived now I can do as she does to her men. I knock on the witch's door. Knock, knock… knock the door handle jingles. “Hi” I say, she looks at me from head to toe. I then reply “my car is broke down, I think I ran out of gas can u help me” she smiles as if she’s won a random victim. But little does she know her wrath has come to an end. Not wanting me inside she says “where’s your car darling I’ll go and see if can help” I say.. “yes it just around the corner” as we leave the house she locks up. We walk what seem to be an hour, the corruption inside wanted to jump at her the voice is yelling at me kill her… kill her! But I must not. I tame the voice by repeat over and over again. Must follow the plan, stick to the plan, soon very soon. Now at the car, I strike with a needle to her neck she try’s to fight. First swing hits my face then the next few I just start walking backwards towards the woods. As she tries to follow, her body begins to limp. I gaze at her, taking the moment in, I can feel her heart gradually weaken It was inevitable her swings begins to slow down with one hand leaning against the hood of the car she uses the last bit of her anger to swing, throwing her body to the ground, now out. I can drag her filthy, disgraceful body around the car to the trunk where I will keep her. Till I find a suitable place to rid the world of her evilness. I drive off and bring her to a place where I know she will feel the pain of her own torture. It pleases me to see her suffer she has become the victim of Her own cruel way. I smile with teeth clenched tightly. Grinning from ear to ear, her life now in the palm of my hand and I will crush her soul till it Doesn’t exist. As I prepare for her life to fade away I watch as the sun torturous light peeks through the horizon. I must finish soon, I need to head back home as if none of this even happened.


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