Serial Killers: A Short Story

“Serial killers leave the girls in there because it’s too dark for anyone to find them-” my eldest cousin Jose adds onto his story. As if this would definitely make any of us want to go to the maze house.
“Vamonos de aqui” he yells at us.
We agreed to leave and the Amazonian forest seemed to grow bigger as we left the river and trudged uphill to our deaths. _____________
“We’re here.”
In front of us stood a cement house covered with weeds and plastered with graffiti.
“Let’s go everyone”
Murmurs of “no”’s filled my tiny ears.
“I’ll go… Is it scary?”
“It’s not scary Kathy, it’ll be fun.”
My oldest cousin convinced me.
“But the story you told us, that’s scary.”
“It’s just a story.”
“Can you come with us Danny?” I say to the sweetest of

After slamming my hands onto hundreds of hard surfaces, I slammed into something warm and fleshy.
“Jose, is it you?”
“Are you trying to scare me?!”
In reply the warm flesh started murmuring and what sounded like laughing.
These murmurs were incomprehensible and the laugh might have been a cry.
I felt the flesh move towards me and when I took a step back it got closer.
The laugh was unfamiliar and those calculated steps definitely did not belong to my cousins.
“Jose! Danny! Donde Esta-”
Something blew air on my back. Then something finger like brushed across my shoulder.
The footsteps behind me quickened. I was so desperate that I stopped feeling my surroundings. I hit a wall. The ground I landed on was cold and sticky. As i try to push myself back up I notice a hint of light somewhere on the ground. The light is horizontal and coming from underneath a doo-
“Kathy! Hurry up!”
I lunge towards the goddamn door and somehow manage to find the handle. I open it and as I am going into the light I decide to see who or what the flesh was. In front of me what was visible of the small body made my initial fears true. There stood a short man with these claw like finger tips and heavy bags under his black eyes. He was still coming forward. I shut the door and looked around for my cousins. The light that had been coming from under the door had been from the moon; it was already night. Running down the hill I continued hearing the whispers of the old man. All the