a killer

the murder awakening

Hail  clashes against your windows . Loud thunder strikes outside.But your silenced by a small creak in the wooden floor boards. You hear glass shatter . The sound of death enters your mind . Winds pounding onto your front door of your small cabin. Trees swaying in the moonlights glair. You twist and turn trying to fix your hair for a good position . Dreaming about killing , well not really just murderers. Like John Wayne Gacy, Jeffrey Dauhmer , Ted Bundy "The Bikini Killer" . You thought what if your were their victims. Would you be alive? Did you live to tell a story ? Your 2 hour nightly nap felt like a decade of deadly years. You quiver in the winter  breeze .While you hear a small voice humming you to sleep .

"Count the sheep" you hear "COUNT THEM"petrified your mom taps you on the shoulder.
"Hunny you awake" your mother says shaking from coldness in her silk  sheet.
"y-yes mom" you studder. "I shouldnt be here"
You say with the hunger for meat ...... human meat and b-blood.
You stand up close your door and look out the window. You are hungry for revenge , for murder.... for killing! You think in your mind about murderers and how they killed trying to learn from them. You tip toe out if your room to the bathroom. In the bathroom you change into sweat pants a sweater and a tank top . Rusty like sounds comes from the door knob as you open it. Walking up to the back door you stuble . What is it you think . Looking down you see a knife a pocket knife. Weirdly you pick it up . It looks antique . No rust though. You slide the knife inside your pocket and walk outside.

"Shit thats weird... " You mumble just thinking about the knife.
The bushes outside shake creating loud noises as you walk outside . Darkening the world you see a hand slipping over your eyes. You black out. You feel hurt. The tip of a base ball bat bite your side waking you up.
"Where the hell am I" you studder" what the fuck" you say standing up.
You look around and see a masculine like figure with a base ball bat in hand. They are wearing a mask of shame. The mask was the "Scold's Bridle" worn when you speak up against authority. Scary looking in its own way. It was weird since they use the masks of shame to humiliate people. On walls he had other masks. Like, Iron wolf mask used on abusive men, also the Iron skull crusher. "A-are those m-masks of s-shame" you say pointing to their wall.
"Yes" they say in a chaotic voice."What you want one?"
You scaredly look away.
"Look now I don't wanna hurt you. I want you to help me." he says with ease.
shit you think in your mind. Then like a dumb horror story your vision gets  blacked out.