The Mad Killer

by Ray W.L

One day, a long time ago I was walking home from a friend's Halloween party. On the way back I had to pass a cemetery and when I was walking by I saw a man far off in the damp night just digging a hole and I thought to myself I'm glad I don't have that job.

When I was turning around to get on my way I saw the guy turn. He then yells at my to come and help him. I kind of felt sorry for him so I opened the cold metal gate and started walking toward him. When I get halfway there I see that his face has a dark red bloody scar running from his ear to right below his mouth and that his left eye was missing and dark red blood was dripping from it. I turned around and started running but from the corner of my eye I saw his entire right shoulder ripped off with bloody bits of flesh over his shirt.

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me even though I was shaking uncontrolably. I kept sprinting and when I was two blocks from my house I felt a tight grip on my shoulder and a cold knife on my neck. I tried to scream but it was drowned out from his scary laughter. He then quietly whispers in my ear "why didn't you help me".

I then feel the knife dig into my neck and warm blood dripping down my chest. Just before I fainted I say that lying next to him was a bloody cut up body of my best friend and I heard him say
"always invite me to Halloween parties". By then I had fainted.

When I woke up in the morning I was in the hospital. A doctor then told me that I was fine but my friend is in a better place now. Ten minutes later a police officer came and told me he couldn't catch the killer.

Now ten years later he still hasn't been caught, and I haven't walked by a cemetery at night alone again.