As I make my way to bed with the thought of my next victim in mind, I hear shuffling in my closet. Before I even get a chance to react, someone plunges out in front of me, injecting me with something.
Shit.
As I fall to the ground, I notice two faces staring at me. Mr and Mrs Whitlock... I begin to lose consciousness, drifting away from my body within seconds. I awake sometime later, in some sort of dungeon... tied to a chair. As I lift my head to observe my surroundings, I notice the relatives of all my victims with scalpels and bone saws in their palms. In this moment I realise the predicament I am in, as I discern the grins on their faces. I'm fucked. This is the end for me. As they urge closer towards me, I realise that I'm next...
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Like a Kid in a Candy Store
Short StoryA short story based on the cliché, 'Like a Kid in a Candy Store.' Follow through the mind of a homicidal maniac in this flash fiction story 'Like a Kid in a Candy Store,' an unsuspecting narrative that gains insight into the mind of a psychopath and...
