Confessions Of A Murderer

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Short Story by: Sidmonster

Genre: Horror

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Short Story by: Sidmonster

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Genre: Horror

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Just a random story I put together at 10:00 at night. I'll sleep well tonight! :)

Summary

Just a random story I put together at 10:00 at night. I'll sleep well tonight! :)

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Submitted: July 24, 2012

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Submitted: July 24, 2012

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She never screamed. I kicked and hit, but not once did she scream. I would be a shame to kill her. Would the nightmares except her even though she didn't scream? I didn't know. I can't take that chance. I have to make her scream.

Blood

Blood

Blood

Why was the world red? Why won't you scream? I yell. I'll never scream for you. She yells back. Why? Why do you torture me so? Who asked that? I asked the nightmares.

The nightmares? They fill my head. They don't leave until I kill. Until blood fills my vision. Until my victim feels terror. Why don't you feel terror? Your killing me! I'm killing you? Your not bleeding! Only on the inside sweetheart. On the outside I am covered. But not with my blood.

Why aren't you dead?! Because I didn't scream! Nightmares won't take me because I'm not scared. Why aren't you scared. Because I know I'm going to die. What if I don't kill you. You will be scared then. Never. I won't satisfy your madness. Kill me or let me live. I won't satisfy you. I'll find someone else! The nightmares only want me! We both know that! They will never be happy if I don't get to them.

How can I rid them?! I am melting, crumbling! Happiness. Happiness? I can never feel happiness. I know, that's why we are here! She points at the knife. Happiness goes here. She points to her heart. Can I do that? You can do anything! Be strong! You've been a victim by feeding victims. End it now. End it now. End it now.

Shaking hands. Plunging knife. Searing pain. But I don't scream. No, I don't scream.

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I'm not sure what this means. Take from it what you want. I think it's a murderer talking to his victim. Or it's a murderer fighting with their conscience. I leave this for you to interpret. Leave your ideas and comments please! I would love to see how others read this. I honestly don't know what I meant for it to mean.


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