How could you?

Story Two

Waking up this morning, i felt sick, something that was highly unusual for me. Clicking on my light, i felt as though i were being watched, although i could see nothing and no one in the room. I went about the rest of the day normally, aside from that feeling of foreboding, of.. fear. That's the feeling. I arrived back at my home, and immediately began attaching cameras set at various angles about the ceiling and walls of my main rooms. Then, i ate my dinner and fell into a restless sleep, dreaming (more like having nightmares) about a creature placing apparatus of some sort into my ear-openings and eyes. When i woke up, i had but one desire: To kill. I felt ravenous for blood, to feel the handle of a knife firmly in the back or chest of another, or the powder and smell from a newly shot gun on my fingers and a body on the floor. Arriving at work late, i devised a plan to seduce one of my fellow co-workers into following me to the break room, after which i stabbed her through and through with a steak knife made of ice to the throat. She didn't scream, however, but only seemed to resign to the fact that she was going to die. I needed more. I returned home with a body in tow and an idea in the works. What if i used her body as bait to gather another number of people? No. It wouldn't work. i had to be satisfied with what i had done today. I'll get another tomorrow. I drifted into a long bout of sleep, and never woke up.