Killer

by Mehvish A
(England)

I haven't always been like this. In this horrid, freakish, vulnerable state. It happened one night, long ago, when I was still rejoicing stupidly in my half-spent youth. That night...


It was cold; the wind rattled the glass windows in their panes and the rain lashed at the solid walls of our old, blue blood owned manor. My little brother and I sat on a warm rug beside a roaring fire. I was staring deep into the dancing flames, thinking philosophical thoughts as always; he was simply building up blocks and knocking then down joyfully with his chubby, clumsy fist. I loved my two year old brother dearly. So, so dearly. I would give my life for him.

Anyways, Jo and I were at home, all on our own, waiting for our parents to come back home after yet another dinner with an earl or duke or something. I hated them. They were always so busy. With Jo, or work, or someone else that wasn't me. It was almost neglect. They felt I thought too much. They found it scary how I sat for hours on end, just rocking backwards and forwards and thinking.

I heard a noise upstairs. Now this is unusual because my parents like to keep visitors away from the house. Away from their freaky daughter more like. And this wasn't just a creak. It was a thump. A thump repeated a few times before I decided to check it out. For Jo's sake. I ran upstairs, leaping the hurdles two at a time, before arriving at a room. The study. I pushed the door open and walked inside.

Our study isn't normal. It has a desk and chair and many papers cluttering the floors. And on the walls, pictures. Pictures of a girl with wispy black hair and hunting light brown eyes and a skinny frame with no smile on her sunken face. The walls are absolutley packed with her pictures. You can't even see the white walls beneath. There are pictures of x-ray scans of her brain. Of her body. Her finger painting. Her essays. She's so very very beautiful. She's so very very clever. That girl is me.

I suddenly hear a footstep behind me getting louder and louder and louder until they're almost deafening. I grab my ears, sharp pains flitting through my mind at the piercingly loud clacks. Just as suddenly, they stop. There is a shadowy figure in front of me. It has a knife. I run from that figure, that mad person, run and run to get downstairs to Jo as fast as I can. I grab a sleeping Jo in my arms and sigh in relief. He is breathing. I hug his sleepy, limp body to me and back away from the shadowy figure, but it gets to me. Pushes the knife into my hand. Demands I do the deed. I don't want to. So I refuse.

My white, white, soft room surrounds me comfortingly. I am trying to sleep. But that night, that killer, replays in my mind. That white, white hand holding the long, pointed butchers knife just above my unknowing brother. Jo gargling and trying to grab the killer's dark, straggly hair. Then the killer, driving the knife deep into my brother's stomach, watching in sick satisfaction as the bright blood spurts out. I see my bother getting paler and paler, his cries dying and fading as he closes his now white, white eyes.

His bright blue pupils have already rolled back into his head. His chubby arms flail for a second, his legs kick, and then he is gone... almost. A little life remains and the killer can sense that. So it twists the knife again and again, slits the ripe flesh now so cold, laughing as I watch, crying. But still the killer does not completley drain Jo.

He/she leaves my brother, writhing, his heart barley intact, on our special hearth rug so when my parents find him, they still have hope of him living. And then they feel even more crushed.

Then I replay that moment when the killer looks up, glances at the mirror on the mantle, propped precariousley for my mother's last minute, stupid little image checks before she braves the outside world. And I see myself. In that mirror. And I know what I have done. I stay calm, though. It's happened before after all. No biggie. I'll just sort this through in my head. I sit in the corner of the room to think... and begin to rock.

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Jul 25, 2009
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DAYUM
by: Anonymous

dayum...tjhis is creepy because i had a dream about this like in 2001 when i was 4...you wrote about it..and the creepiest thing is..this had actually happened to me...when i was 6..this happened..except the murderer was my dad..he is in a phsycotic ward....and in jail..this is weird e-mail me at mallory-rose (at) comcast.net

Jul 16, 2009
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what?
by: Vanessa

yea im a lil bit confused too

Jul 15, 2009
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Terrific
by: Anonymous

THAT WAS ONE OF THE BEST i'VE HEARD ONE THiS SiTE!

Jul 04, 2009
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by: The BEST fan of scary stories!

That was really good but i was a little confused at the end. Great job! :-)

Jun 08, 2009
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hi
by: Anonymous

im just a little conufsed....did jo die????

Apr 17, 2009
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cool story
by: tiara

this was good heack it was awesome!!!
when u get the chance take a look at
my story either the t.v screen
and skinned alive...

Mar 04, 2009
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Amazing
by: Anna

That was amazing I heard that story it's my fave thanx keep writing !!! :)

Feb 07, 2009
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Wow
by: Anonymous

Wow tht was really good. I had to read it twice.
I really liked the idea of the girl being the murderer. I did not see that coming :)

Jan 31, 2009
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The killer
by: biggest fan of scary stories

That was so freaky I sat there reading it with my hands over my eyes peeping through the gaps in my fingers. It's great at the end how you got me thinking what is she gonna do about it? Then I realise as I read the end you're just thinking about it. I like how you said his blue eyes were in the back of his head or something. If any one reads this please tell me another spooky story website (althoug this is by far the best one) LOL
GTG c ya l8er

Jan 15, 2009
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Wow!!!!
by: Anonymous

Oh my gosh! Your story left me speechless. You should definitely write a book. I'm a big fan! How did you come up with such a cool story? I really hope it's not true though.

Oct 26, 2008
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That was BRILLIANT
by: LiVeS tO rEaD

Wow! Words just cannot describe how much I love it!

Oct 24, 2008
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I loved it!
by: Anonymous

It was the perfect story and I loved the ending. You should definitely make a book. I would buy it. I was so in to it. My heart was beating faster and faster! The phone rang, and I didn't even pick it up! My mom came home from work and I didn't even say hello! Really it was amazing! I just love you and I don't even know you! It was awesome.

Oct 13, 2008
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FAB U LUS
by: Anonymous

That's so good! You should elongate it and write your own book, I would totally buy it!

Oct 10, 2008
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eeeek!
by: iloveericccccccc

That was pretty good!

I love how you make the girl seem insane. And she's like 'oh no big deal, it's happened before'. It was very good and detailed too. Nice work!

Aug 06, 2008
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Cool
by: Anonymous

I wouldn't think that someone would publish such a great story on this kind of site. You SHOULD write your own book or something.

Aug 03, 2008
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Wow
by: Anonymous

I so totally didn't think that the killer would be you! I hope this isn't a true story. You're really good at writing. You should publish your own novel and become my literacy hero! Great short story, the best yet on the site.

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