A Creep With A Knife

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
First Graphic Short Story of 100 from upcoming book "Twisted New Reality" By: Marcel Helmar

“A Creep With A Knife”


A young man named Steven loses his mind after a recent incident that reminds him of his past. This sends him on a wild killing spree with a head full of acid.

Submitted: September 18, 2019

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First Graphic Short Story of 100 from the upcoming book "Twisted New Reality" By: Marcel Helmar
 

A Creep With A Knife”

 

It was another crappy day in Southwest Georgia. This place was known for its putrid smells driven by its massive number of mushroom houses. This is something Steven J. Rash narrated to himself daily while walking through the slums on the way to his shitty job. People always described Steven as narcissistic sinister acid freak but it never bother him much because he knew it was true.

 

While walking to his job at a local mushroom house one day. He ends up tripping over a old bums leg. The frisky old bum didn't offer even a slight apology, only a gentle pinch on the ass. Well, this didn't sit well with Steven. Specially, since he was molested by his uncle, who would pinch his ass as a kid. He looked at the old bum with pure hate and anguish in his eyes but didn't mumble a word. He went on his way to work.

 

After getting home that night. Something just clicked in his head like an antique flickering lamp with a rusty chain covered in grease. Everything hit at once as he ingested his last four hits of acid. He said to himself “this is it, I'm ready for a real change”, as he gripped his old trusted pocket knife, looking like maniac at himself in the mirror. He put the blade to his throat and laughed with a dirty wretched grin.

 

It was around midnight, when he was ready for blood. He runs out to the street in a crazy twisted rage. He was singing, and laughing as he was looking for the old bum who tripped him. He went to the ally where he knew he stayed. He yelled out “Hey, old man want to pinch this ass again.” The old man grumbled from a dark corner in the ally “hell yeah, get over here faggot.” Steven laughed in glee as he said “okay, daddy, I'll be your little whore.”

 

Steven instantly stood still waiting in anticipation for this new exciting experience. His heart was racing like a thousand damned souls to a cup of water, even know the water will never quench their thirst. The old bum approached with a weird tattered grin that would send even the bravest running. Steven stood his ground like a statue made in the roman days.

 

The old man started to feel on Stevens shoulders, rubbing them like he was ready for mating season. Steven looks deep in the perverted old timers eyes, with a crazy look in his eyes. The bum asks him “Are you ready my filthy little bitch.” Steven just shakes his head gently. The old man felt like this was true love.

 

The sick dirty vagabond goes to kiss the young man on the neck. Steve steadies the blade and starts stabbing the grumpy scumbag repeatedly over and over. He licks the blood from his knife, and laughs as the old man cries in a unimaginable pain. Steven gathers all the blood but he soon realizes its not enough.

 

Every night after that night, Steven viciously hunts out bums, perverts, and the sexually mischievous. He finally gathers enough blood after weeks of murders. He lights twelve black candles around his tub and pours in the blood. He rips off his clothes and bathes it and prays to his savior. The one he found when he was molested as boy. He praises this deity for giving him power over his enemies. Bathing in the blood of your enemies gives you the chance to reign in hell as their demonic punisher, who beats them over and over for eternity.


© Copyright 2020 Marcel Helmar. All rights reserved.

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