Never look through somebody

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Little Johnny is fed up of being looked straight through, so he decides to do something about it. Today he is playing God, and he has the power of life in his hands.

Submitted: September 24, 2013

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I scour the streets, contemplating who shall make my first prey. I see a young lady approach nearby; its dark but I can just make out that she has luminous blonde hair, and innocent blue eyes. Perfect. Now’s my chance, I must unleash my inner vulture. I stride confidently up to her and ask her if she would like to come back to my place…

I won’t go into details, I don’t like to brag, but what I will tell you is that I completed my ‘deed’. They will all be sorry now, they won’t just look through me like I am a piece of glass any more. I am God. I must get some rest, who knows what tomorrow will bring? Not you.

I skim through the local paper, seeing if there’s any outbreak of news, of someone going missing perhaps?  No, I thought not. Fools. I have gotten away with it, but I am hungry for more, I feel a dry sensation in the back of my throat; I am thirsty for blood.

Who would have thought that little Johnny Hayley could do this? Not you.

I am craving for more flesh, so I start out into the darkness of the night, knowing that I have the power of life, somebody’s life.  It could be yours. I see a girl on her own, waiting for a cab. She looks to be in her early twenties and has a flawless figure -perfect. I swiftly move towards her, like a venomous snake, I start some small talk which soon gets going. I ask her if she would like a lift home and she doesn’t bat an eyelid!

One hour later and the deed is done, there will be no more hours later for her. I am starting to feel queasy, as the stench of rotting flesh fills my lungs, but I know it is worth it. My house is my lair and you are my prisoner, soon to be my prey. One last time I must venture out deep into the night and I promise I will stop there, with other people anyway…

 So I got the girl, took her back to my house and tied her to a chair. She struggled and struggled but it would be me who will win this battle. She shall never see the world again. I let her take one last breath as I grasped the bread-knife in my hands, determined to kill. I held it up to her throat and started to hack away at it, I just wanted to hold her head, as a trophy. Her scream echoes the room and then it falls silent, I look down to the pool of blood in which I stand in. Then I look to my hands and there, in my clasp is my trophy.

I gaze into her lifeless eyes, still open. I prance around the room with her head under my arm but I soon ground to a halt. The glimmer of the scissors catches my eye and I soon spark up an idea. Oh, the fun I had with those scissors and that face. That face could be yours.

I feel as if I am still on a high from my three killings but they say all good things have to come to an end… The one thing I learnt from school was to tie a slip knot.


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