Monyca woke with a feeling of confusion. She did not recognize the house that she was in. As she sat up, she noticed blood on her hands, not only on her hands but all over her clothes. She started to panic and stood up looking for a bathroom. That is when she noticed there were dead bodies surrounding her. Her eyes grew large with terror. She couldn’t even think. She could not look at them anymore as she looked down she saw it, a knife covered in blood lying at her feet.
She couldn’t stand it. She ran down the hallway going into the first bathroom. She looked into the mirror and saw the blood all over her; she thought who could have done this? She put her face into the sink washing away the blood but really trying to wash away the image of the bodies. When she looked back into the mirror that’s when she saw him.
The day before...
As usual, Monyca was dropped off across the street from school. As she walked towards the school, she suddenly tensed up and got the feeling that somebody was following her. She was on edge with every step that she took. As she mustered the courage to look behind her, Kelsey distracted her.
“Hey Monyca,” called Kelsey.
“Oh umm... hey”
“What’s up with you?” Kelsey asked suspiciously.
“Okay I don’t know why but lately I feel like someone has been following me.”
“Seriously Monyca, who would be following you?”
“I don’t know”
“What your stalker?” Kelsey asked mockingly.
“That’s not funny,” Monyca retorted.
“You need to chill and stop being so paranoid, everybody gets that feeling sometimes and you know what?”
“What?”
“It turns out to be nothing.”
“Maybe”
“Maybe nothing! Don’t be crazy you need to relax”. Kelsey said as she left to go to her locker.
The rest of the da...
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...beautiful sight. I had to have her, I wanted her. I followed her everywhere; I wanted to be every place she would be.
I had followed her to this house. Looking in from the outside not believing what I was seeing. What had my angel done? Was this the same person who had captured my fascination? She was now different; my vision of her was skewed.
“Please don’t hurt me”, she pleaded. I couldn’t say anything I was paralyzed by the image of what I had just witnessed. From the uneasy look in her eye I could see her mood was changing. Fear turned into panic, panic turned into rage. She yelled “you are not going to kill me!” and plunged towards me.
It was at the moment that I realized what I had to do. She was about to do to me, what she had done to all of them. No matter how it pained me, I had to do to her what I knew she was going try to do to me.
"I... found out all about you like I know your parents and sister are gone somewheres and I know where and how long they’re going to be gone, and I know who you were with last night..."
When the narrator looked at it, it caused his blood to run cold. This drove him crazy and caused him to kill the old man He begins to believe that he is hearing the old man's heart beating, while he was killing him and after he is dead. The pounding becomes louder and louder, and drives him crazy. It forces him to tell the police officers, who are searching his house, that he killed the old man and showed them were the body is buried, which is the mo...
The house was quiet and peaceful on a pebbled street, the moving trucks pulled up as Clara followed. She stepped out of her car and looked at the house thinking of how this is a fresh start in her life. “Its perfect” she said with a smile on her face. As the movers pushed open the trailer door Clara walked through the white picket fence gate on to the pebbled path and felt the feeling that she was safe, she whispered to herself “Home”.
Was she beautiful or not beautiful? And what was the secret of form or expression which gave the dynamic quality to her glance? Was it the good or the evil genius dominant in those beams? Probably the evil; else why was the effect that of unrest rather than of undisturbed charm? Why was the wish to look again felt as coercion and not as a longing in which the whole being consents? (Daniel Deronda Book I, Chapter 1: page 71).
Marley followed her up some creaky stairs to a bedroom; Indie knocked on the door then opened it. Marley gasped audibly as an old woman stared at her from the corner of the room. The old woman was missing her right eye and her face was severely burnt, blood was dripping down her face onto her already stained
The woman was able to see it as well, which affected her more. She scurried back and forth trying to prepare this meal for them, and it became more evident that she desired to please them. Abruptly she kneels down and grabs her stomach. She was in searing pain. The anguish was all over her face. The woman was quivering on the floor of the stage, and reaching out to her brothers for help. Instead, they walked around her devilishly smiling. It was almost as if they were enjoying seeing her wreathed in pain. In this moment, the only motive the woman had was to live. She kept reaching for her brothers still innocently hoping they would save her. They continued to walk around her, devilishly
“Please, feel free to speak. If something is bothering you, rest assured that you can count on me for help…”
Handcuffs placed, her hope is diminishing and she’s escorted to the police car. The cops took her purse and got in to head to the station. She couldn’t bear to look at the man who had now changed her life forever. She wanted to scream, cry, but all the she could muster was a sigh.
As my stories continued, her face and dark brown eyes would glow with excitement or widen with fear as my tales twisted and turned into all different directions and endings. She seemed so interested in learning what laid beyond her
“Yes sir. I was simply wondering if there was something you could do to help me. The visions are getting worse.”
...et the edge of the knife cut into the skin. It was dead within seconds, and I pushed the body to the carpet and it landed with a thud next to the baseball bat it had been dragging down the hall. I knelt down next to the body slowly. I turned it over and inspected its face. I looked deeply into the eyes of my now dead mother, but I felt no sadness, because to me she wasn’t my mother, she was my monster, because mothers are supposed to care if you ate that night or not, they’re supposed to be there for you no matter what, and she did none of that, so all I felt was relief. Relief that it was finally over, the times that this woman who was supposed to love me unconditionally, beat me until I couldn’t feel anymore and told me that she wished I was dead, were finally over. I smiled and placed the knife in her fist and walked out of that house. I never, ever looked back.
"Nonsense, if you remember, this won’t be the first murdered person I've seen. I assume that's why all these cops are here."
“You do know that I can hear you. You’re not that far away from me.”
Things were getting unmanageable for her and she slowly began to a phase of unreasonable delirium. She wanted to take on 'men' and hated them to the point of killing them. And then she began to do that too, she admitted to him. He would hear it all in frightening calm - his absolute silence was the only sign of protest(even if he meant to stop her) he ever showed. Her ways of killing got gorier with every crime she committed, she admitted to him shamelessly. When the cops found out her last victim, they found that the neck had been totally eaten off. ...
She's not sure what came over her at that minute, she doesn't even remember what she was thinking. But she does remember jumping on him, and knocking him to the floor, and then taking her knife and plunging it in and out of his back. She had no recollection of what happened for the next 10 minutes, perhaps she blacked out, but when she finally stood up, she knew what she had to do. She walked out to the garage and got a tarp down off the shelf. Her father used it to cover the wood pile, but she figured he probably wouldn't notice it was gone for a while. She took the tarp back into the kitchen and rolled the body on to it, checking to make sure that she didn't get blood onto anything that would be noticeably stained. The large pool of blood on the floor would be a problem, but she'd take care of that when she got back.