Haunted by Screams (Jeff the Killer)

Chapter 3. In the mind of a killer

Normal is an illusion.

What's normal to a spider is chaos for the fly.

- Morticia Addams

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Pain. 

It will affect anyone, anywhere, anytime. 

It will not show mercy or consideration to whoever may suffer from it, not for a small infant nor an old grandparent. 

We cannot escape its wrath, not even I could. 

It will sooner or later find us all - physiologically or mentally and spear us on its sharp hooks while slowly draining our mind from bearable thoughts. 

Soon we will be nothing more than an empty vessel, a body without a skeleton, nothing to hold us together and preventing us from truly collapsing on the cold and dead ground. 

The fluid keeping them, even me alive will spill with the pain thus making them go to the inevitable sleep. 

Pain, will make the insanity that tried so long to get inside able to walk in with ease and without issue. 

But there is something here that doesn't want the actions the pain and insanity brought with it, something that constantly is persistent about that I should not be doing this to my own kind. 

A heart.

The lamentation that can be heard from the heart, asking me stop. 

I don't listen to it. Not this time, not ever. 

Why should I?

Incapable of feeling, incapable of regrets. 

Incapable of being human like they. 

Humans.

What am I exactly?

A creature of the night sure, but what else?

I'm death. 

Yes, that's what I am. 

And death do not show mercy to anyone.

No it doesn't. 

Death and pain, go together. 

I cannot stop.

If I stop, the desire will only take what is truly its anyway. 

Blood would be spilled anyway and it wouldn't change anything. 

Except I wouldn't be there to participate in all the fun. 

My insanity, if it hadn't been for you and pain I might still been considered a "normal" boy today.

And still a prisoner in this devilish hell on Earth.