CreepyPasta

part 2 - Obssesive Compulsive

The next morning, I awoke at 6:45AM. Touched the doorknob three times. Made sure not to step on the second to last step on my way to the kitchen. I prepared my toast, scrambled eggs, and black coffee. I turned on the iPad. Browsed the local news.

...It's still missing...

I became aggravated. What is it I could possibly be missing? I began to feel nauseous.

Hurrying out the door in a vicious rage, I quickly locked the door, unlocked it, and locked it again. I drove off to work.

I tend to get a lot of work done when I'm upset, strangely. So at least I felt some accomplishment when I left the office at 6:45PM.

I drove fast on my way home. Very fast.

What... am... I... missing....

I approached the red light at Marbury and Westway.

C'mon....Think....Think!

A man was walking in the middle of the intersection, on his way to the other side.

Why can't I remember!?

The man's head spun as he noticed my Mustang coming straight for him at 85 miles per hour.

I noticed him too. A wave of horror crossed over my face as I watched him dive to one side.

I swerved into the same direction. A loud clunk was made as I crushed the man underneath my vehicle. Oh God

Jumping out of my car, I hesitated on what to do. He lay there writhing in agony,making horrendous guttural wails.

I popped open the trunk to my Mustang, lifted the screaming man, and heaved him in. I drove.

Upon entering my garage, I made sure to wash the blood off the front and rear of the car. The sides were not necessary.

After dragging his broken body out to the backyard, I jogged to the shed. Inside were black garbage bags, cinder blocks, and a hacksaw.

After dismembering the man, I was able to fit both the remains and a cinder block into the bag.

Dropping him into the lake was all that was left to do.

* * *

The following morning, I made sure to wake at 6:45AM and touch my doorknob three times before skipping the second to last step on my way to the kitchen. While eating my toast, scrambled eggs, and black coffee, I browsed the local news on my iPad.

The top headline: Hit and Run Serial Killer Strikes Again.

I smiled.

Back to normal