All Monsters Look Innocent
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I lifted his corpse off of the floor, slinging him over my shoulder. "You know, this is your own fault." I scolded, as if he could even HEAR me...or anything, for that matter. "Don't go blaming me, I did what any sane person would do." With that, I made my way out of my bedroom, down the hall and towards the crawlspace. I must've been out of my mind. Really.
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xD Indeed
*readeth* :3 -
XDDD
Once I got there, I just stood, staring at the hatch for moments on end, rethinking my descision. Do I really wanna do this? I thought, uncertainly. Sure, going back to jail probably wouldn't be that bad...but this was a MUCH more serious crime than my last. The last crime didn't involve someone dying. I knew that if I wanted to carry on with my life, I'd have to suck it up.
I opened the hatch and tossed the body down it. Tim hit the floor with a thud, followed by a sickening squelch. Though, I must admit...I liked that. I clambered down myself, digging a shallow grave. That was the best I could do, at that point. Hopefully, nobody'll find him. I thought. In a way, it was a 50/50 chance. I just prayed to God nobody would notice his dissappearance. -
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I sense the beginning of many murders to come. x3 -
Ohohohon, yes~!
There was one thing I knew, after going through all that. I knew that murder was the ultimate thrill. Death was the ultimate thrill. After killing Timothy McCoy, I felt comepletely drained. Sucked the life outta me, but GOD, it was exciting. Of course, I didn't kill again until, like, two years after. -
I LOVE this.
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Thank you, Oz! x3
After that, the murders got more and more frequent. I even started killing my employees! But, I guess I would do anything, just to watch them die, to feel that rush. Death was always fascinating to me, after all. Plus, I didn't KILL all of them. Other times, I just did stuff for fun... -
Though, I'll admit, it didn't ALWAYS go according to plan...
July, 1975...
I can't exactly recall what day the incident happened. But I knew that at the time, I was looking for a few kicks. Just another thrill, you know? I did know, however, that one of my employees, Tony Antonucci, was home from work, since he'd injured himself the day before. I liked that kid, sure, but...well, sometimes that just wasn't an excuse... -
I knew exactly where he lived. His parents knew me, of course. Maybe they weren't even home. And he trusted me...I decided to pay him a little visit.
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*reading happily* :D
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this is..good!
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Why, thank you very much.
My mind was made up. I made my way towards Tony's house. He'd never suspect a thing. He'd be an easy target, wouldn't he? He was injured, after all. Yeah, I could take him down easy...Couldn't I? -
I reached the kid's house. I could've sworn I felt eyes on my back, so I swiftly turned around. I couldn't see anyone, I guess I was just being a friggin paranoid weirdo again. Shrugging it off, I walked up rang the doorbell.
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Within a couple of minutes, Tony opened the door. He panted and leaned against the doorframe, but was smiling.
"Hey, John." he greeted, nodding me a hello.
"Hi, Tony. How's your foot?" I asked, placidly.
"Getting better, thanks for asking, man."
"Could, I, uhhhh...come in?" I stood on the porch waiting patiently for an answer. He halted, with a pondering expression on his face, then agreed.
"Sure, man, but my parents aren't home." My eyes lit up. Just as I hoped. They weren't home. He was all alone. Perfect.
"That's okay, we'll manage fine without them, right?" -
Oh ho, this is where the trouble begins.... xD
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