Short Story About Living With the Guilt of Murder It was late I thought. Almost midnight yet I was still unable to sleep. I stared thoughtlessly at the moving shadows mumbling to myself, "it was just a story" but in my heart I knew it wasn't, it was more than a story, much, much more. Then, a crow appeared in the middle of my room. The crow stared at me with such intensity that I fell backwards into the safety of my pillow. I stared at the crow in shock as it disappeared into my closet and that's when I heard it, a long piercing whine that was like a nail to a chalkboard. I prayed that it would go away, I prayed with all my heart but it stayed there continuing its long whine. It was then when I caught a glimpse of it. I saw two glowing bloodshot eyes stare at me. I let out a scream born from terror and almost immediately my dad came bursting into my room. He stared at me with confusion but all I could do was point a shaking finger at my closet door. Cautiously, my father marched into the closet door only to find nothing inside. Then, without warning, the closet door slammed shut along with my father still inside. It all started last year during summer break. I was with a couple of friends when he came along. He was short, round and had a learning disability. We thought that it'd be fun to pick on him for a while. We took turns shoving him around. I guess I shoved him too hard and he rolled down the hill we were on. When we found him he was barely breathing. We tried to help him because we thought that it'd be the right thing to do but then we realized that this was all our fault. We couldn't let him go so we carried him into the forest for the animals to finish him off. Days later, we returned to the forest only to find his body with teeth marks all over, he even lost his leg to a pack of coyotes. The worst part of it was that in the midst of all this, he was still alive slowly enduring this torture. We took our turns saying our apologies but we knew that it would never be enough.
I try to walk faster so that I can finally get to my destination but the walked seem like it was taking years to go there. As if the walk through the dark valley would never end. The full moon was shining very bright and the stars were out as I heard the sound of the gust wind, I don’t know why my heart began to beat faster, faster and faster. So then I began to run because of how frightened I was, as I was running I tripped over that seemed to be hard almost as if it was a bone. I fell forward and landed on my face, having my face painted towards the grassy muddy ground. As soon as I tried to get myself up something was licking my ear and screamed so loud that my echo was heard in the valley. I looked to where it was licking my ear and noticed it was a black dog with grey eyes. I was trying to figure out if he was a wolf or a dog but then I noticed his tongue and teeth and knew it was a dog. The dog seemed to want to play with me he immediately continued to lick me as I was scared for my life. I finally got up and walked away because I just wanted to go home where I was safe. The dog continued to follow me right behind me every step of the way. I began to run so that he stopped following but I was wrong he ran with me and even faster than me. He continued to follow me until I was home, I stepped inside my house and he wanted to step inside too. At that point I felt really bad for the dog and let him in. Something about this dog brought my attention so I decided that I would keep him as my
"The Utterly Perfect Murder" was a story about a man named Doug who was bullied as a kid by Ralph and then Doug eventually plans to murder Ralph but doesn't after seeing how much Ralph has changed. The main theme of the story is that revenge is never the answer because people change. The story was shown to us as both a written version and a movie. I feel that the written version presented the story better because it shows more of Doug's and Ralph's character development than in the movie.
I thought I was going to leave empty handed until I spotted the stack of boxes in the far left corner. There was a small wooden box on the top labeled David Walker with black sharpie. This is it. I thought. I sprinted out of the attic holding the box in one hand and the ladder in the other. Out of breath, I plopped down onto my bed, sitting with my legs crossed and the box out in front of me. Answers… Please give me answers. I thought as I opened the box. Inside held a picture of a man with dark skin and short black hair. I assumed this was my father. In his arms was my mother. They were both smiling uncontrollably as if it was the best day of their lives. What went wrong… I thought. Underneath was a black journal, tied shut with a thick string. I lifted it out of the box, untied the string, and began to read the
After a while, Sierra found the forum to be filled more and more with wannabe murderers who just wanted something to jack off to. It was really a waste of her time and while still keeping the forum opened -- just minimized on the laptop -- she went back to searching the normal browser for some other articles that could help her write her paper. However, it didn't take long for her to hear a small bell dinging and curious to see if it was from the forum, Sierra pulled it back up. Her eyes scanned the name once more. It had been the one she made the remark to and he had taken no time in replying back. Reading his message back to her, Sierra felt herself come alive for a moment. She thought more on his words; how he had left the women in his wake.
- Beast! - cursed man, trying to find in the car at least something than you can hit the approaching maniac. His choice fell on a small penknife, which wallowed around in the glove compartment. Tom squeezed his in anticipation of Tim. Finally key gnashed in the lock, the door opened and Tom rushed for bloodstained man. Serious struggle ensued, a few times he managed to stab a serial killer. However, the forces were not equal: Tim soon put a knife to his throat and whispered
I have been camping one time, and when we all went to go to sleep, we heard gunshots near the tent, My dad stepped out of the tent to see what was going on. I didn't know what was going to happen to my dad. I could see his shadow casting on the tent wall near me as he walked away from it. It wasn’t long before I heard footsteps walking towards the tent, my heart started pounding even faster and faster as the flap to the tent door lifted. My heart stopped beating fast with a hard punch to the inside of my chest. As I saw my dad, step into the tent. He told us that the people who shot the gun were gone and we could go to bed, That was the first night I have ever heard a gunshot so close it rang in my ears for the rest of the night.
There was no doubt in my mind someone had been staring at me. My room stood still as shadows from passing cars danced across my walls. For moments I considered going to my mother's room, however I felt locked in my bed, weighed down with fear. I looked around and my eyes caught on my window. Once again, I saw the eyes of the old man next door, peering through my window. This time, he wasn’t standing in his window like last time. He was directly outside my window, standing with only the scarce light of the moon to light his face. I sat up slowly in my bed, keeping my eyes on him. He noticed and began to walk back to his house, again, as if nothing was wrong.
It was a chilly Friday afternoon when our once perfect life in Kansas came crashing down to the ground. In our twenty-five million dollar mansion lived my mother, Ethel, and my sister, Meredith. Following the birth of my sister, Meredith, my father was shortly killed in a horrific accident. I faintly remember the chaos of grief and funeral services, but all I could focus on was how unlucky the car accident really was. Although my father was remembered for his outstanding service in the military, everyone in the town thought he was a magnificent fortuneteller who had the rare abilities to predict the future. Warning the local children about the Devil, he told us a secret in order to be able to protect ourselves from the temptations of the Devil. My father would always say, “In order to ward off the Devil, one will need to knock on a piece of wood when they sense or smell evil coming.” Scoffing at what they thought to be a ridiculous idea, my father decided to go on a long drive to release an enormous amount of negativity that was encompassing his once positive mind. Before he started the car, I ran to the blue chevron and asked him, “Daddy, why are you not knocking on wood before you leave?” My Daddy responded, “Honey, objects and people are highly capable of shattering your hopes and dreams in an instant. Sadly the local children hav...
My dreams shattered in front of my eyes like a million pieces of broken glass and all I could do was stare into the endless abyss knowing escape was just a far fetched fantasy. When darkness fell and time came to escape to a wonderland deep within my consciousness, to which only I had the key, the devils would break in and imprison me in my mind. As a child I would sit alone every night in the dark praying to the angels for things to change, for life to get better but in the end I was speaking to the walls. The endless nights of crying myself to sleep and the angels weren’t there to tell me things would be okay, maybe they knew that my life would be a rocky road to hell. I cried, prayed and kept going for years and years, but everything remained
I am awoken to the sound of tree branches hitting the window and a faint ringing in the distance. I slowly get out of bed worried about what is happening beyond my door. I grab my flashlight and quickly head downstairs. I immediately run into the kitchen yelling for someone, but no one answers. I frantically look outside and see the trees swaying and the night sky turning into swirling clusters of clouds. I quickly run into my younger brother’s room and see him shakily holding onto his bed post with tears streaming down his face.
Shadows seemed to swirl around her feet, sucking her in. She fumbled for the light switch, flipping it up and down frantically, but the room remained immersed in darkness. Fear settled in and deep down she knew that she was not alone in the dark. Something brushed her back. She turned, but there was nothing. Nothing she could see, that is. Outside she heard the autumn wind howling, and it almost sounded like laughter to her panicked mind. A low chuckle broke her thought process. She screamed, but heard nothing in the overwhelming blackness. She was being drawn in, drowned in slumbering evil; there was no
It was a dark and foggy night I can hear the wind howl and screams in the distance but I kept running it's not safe it never was safe. It was a foolish idea to try to convince them it was the end. I ran by the graveyard right next to my house picked up the pace I slammed open the door and made myself upstairs I locked the door behind me and close all the blinds I turned off all the lights and turn on a candle. I looked around the house looking for a weapon. I went to the kitchen get a knife until something stopped me at my tracks I heard voices outside my house and they kept getting louder indicating they were getting closer. “Those filthy beggars deserve to die” I heard a man cackle as more follow presuit “You should have seen the boy cry
One night, one kid snuck out at midnight to go over to his friend’s house. His name is James. The fastest way to get to his friend’s house was going through “Screaming Woods.” So, James ran across the street and down the trail, and then he saw the sign “Screaming Woods.” Before James went in the woods, he started to feel kind of scared to go through the woods at night alone, because he had heard stories from friends about people coming out of the woods, claiming they saw a weird creature. When they came out, they were never the same person, and some people came in and never came out. Then James thought for a second, and made the choice of swallowing his fear and going into the woods at night, alone, to get to his friend’s house. About ten minutes later, James was about halfway through the woods; Then, in the still, quiet darkness, he heard a sound. James was freaking out and trying to keep calm. He waited a minute and started walking again. About three minutes later, he saw a creature with big green glowing eyes. He panicked, so he dropped on the ground and laid there quietly, hoping that whatever he saw would leave. But James was out of luck. He could hear it getting closer, and then the thing grabbed him. The thing lifted him up with its long, sharp, razor pointed fingers. A million thoughts crossed his mind at that moment. The only thought he found, in that moment, was “I am going to die!”. About one minute later James last words were, “Help me God, Please tell my parents I love them!” After those words James’ corpse was being devoured...
I was sitting on my bed, my laptop in front of me. The light illuminating from the screen was the only light in the room, more likely the only house. I was home alone due to my mom taking late shift at the local bar, but she should have been back by now. I assumed she was at some ones house. It wouldn't surprise me. She gets off with anyone she meets, man or woman. It sickens me, how my mother acts around other people, and around me. She's been like it ever since dad died. Attacked by a serial killer when he was coming home from his late night shift at the gas station. His body was found on the street, a smile carved into his face with the words "Go to sleep" written in blood on his white work T shirt.... (Shut up.) My mom has constantly
It was dark that night, I was nervous that this dreadful day was going to get worse. Sunday, October 23, 1998 I wanted to start writing this to tell about the weird things i’m starting to see in this new neighborhood. Gradually I keep seeing pots and pans on the sink suddenly move to the floor. I would ask my sister but she is out with my mom and dad getting the Halloween costumes. When they got home I didn’t tell them what I saw because i've seen Halloween movies and I have to have dissimulation otherwise the ghost will come out and get me first. October 24, 1998 I think I got a little nervous yesterday with the whole ghost thing. 12:32pm, Went to eat lunch with the family today and I go to get my coat. I heard the words furious and madness,