Thursday, January 31, 2008
the cookie monster
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- Say (All I Need) - OneRepublic
Felt bored, so I decided to awake my murderer in me, by writing of murder =D
The cookie monster
I had entered the house I so hated. All it took was a hairpin. This is too simple. I picked up the knife that was always seated on the kitchen counter top, as good as new. Sitting down on the sofa, I twirled the ceramic knife in my hands like a conductor with his baton
He obviously did not see me as he walked in. I gave him a minute's headstart, before getting up. Walking towards the first room on the left on the second floor, crimson drops of blood dripped down from the tip of the knife onto the parquet beneath me.
"You cannot live... You cannot live..." I muttered under my breath, with renewed excitement in my voice.
Another day at the office, another day at hell. Turning my keys in the knob, I entered the house wearily. The lights were off. The wife was probably still at work, the child not picked up.
I made my way upstairs, only stopping to strip myself down to my underwear. Guess since no one was home, I had plenty right to enjoy myself.
Turning the handle of the master bedroom, I found myself locked out for the 3rd time that week. That's it, I'm hiring another locksmith.
Sighing to myself, I turned the knob of the door opposite. Blue light cast upon me from the window opposite. I hated using this room.
Mom had gone out after receiving a phone call. She forgot all about me. Again.
I made my way downstairs, step by step, for fear of tripping in the dark. Why didn't they make the switches high enough for a 4 year old?
Reaching up, I took the cookie from the cookie jar. Mom never really makes them. She doesn't know that I have found the bags from Famous Amos and all the other catering services in the trash. Wonder why we own a knife.
A certain jiggling sound attracted my attention. I turned my head towards the door with the shaking doorknob. A familiar shadow stood outside the frosted glass. I immediately darted straight into the cabinet below the counter top, hoping that I could be as quiet as possible.
Staring through the crack of the doors, I was transfixed as he entered the house.
It was him.
... to be continued...
killed a couple more people at
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