Song Stories

Song 2: A midnight kill, killer?

   Boo. Lately I've been talking with a ghost. He tells me all the places I could go.

 Yea, yea. Most people would be to scared to kill but when you're me. You have no fears. Well except being caught. Other than that no fear. I'm just a bit more brave than most people. Mostly voices guide for who's next. Right now I'm sitting in bed thinking. I didn't know what to do. Thought 'Oh this is boring, nothing to do.' Most people would be like. 'Go on a phone or watch tv.' Yea. Tracking. That's the main reason I usually don't keep electronics in my house. Soon I'm not planning on coming back here. Soon I'll be somewhere else. I got up and grabbed a suitcase and started packing. I lived alone so, no one knew what I actually was. My parents live half way across the world but they hate me anyways. My sibling lives a few cities away. Their now scared to go out because of someone called the Midnight killer, which is me and some other guy. Don't know em. They seem cool though. I've made jokes about the two killers to him and he just huddles in a corner after. One time I said the Midnight killer would come for him. That same night I broke into his house. Didn't do anything just made sure he knew I was there. It was hilarious the next morning when he called me screaming about it. 

He tells me all the places I could go. 

I travel a lot. I told my brother I was moving to Los Angeles. He was sad but accepted it. 

"Stay here ok? Call Britney if you need groceries. Call Britney if you need anything. Got it?" I asked. He nodded. "Good. Stay safe little bro." I said hugging him. I let go and I walked into the airport. 

[After a 3 hour flight]

He makes me paint my face so that I know that I'm not the only person in my soul.

'Oh Los Angeles is gonna have a bad few years.' I thought to myself. I walked through the airport notices a man talking to one of the security guards. I looked over and I thought nothing of it. I went on my way and I got to my apartment. 'Home sweet home.' I thought to myself. I sigh and unpack everything. I decide to go and get a coffee and maybe find a new victim. I walked over to a little coffee shop and orders a coffee and 2 cookies. Once I got them I walked out of the shop. I looked to my left and saw a man. A man about in his 30s. White male, brown hair, looks like he's also wearing a suit. Maybe a poker night. He seems to have an average build, no wait. he has a few muscles. Maybe a hard target. He seems to be walking at a slow pace. I could go into an ally way and get him from the next ally way. I knew what I had to do. 

He tells me that a monster lives inside and when it gets to angry I should hide. 

I waited in the ally way and saw him about to be in the open. I ran over pulling him into the ally way. He was startled and fell. I grabbed my pocket knife and tried stabbing him. I missed to my surprise and he punched me. I grabbed his wrist and stabbed his arm. he held it in pain. 

"Strong but not strong enough!" I said happily. I seemed innocent but I really wasn't. 

"Why!?" He yelled. 

"Because I can!" I said before slashing my knife down. It slit his head. Blood was pouring out. I smiled and grabbed the body to dispose of it. Once disposed of I started my walk back to my apartment. I rarely got blood on my clothes. I happily didn't get blood on my clothes. I smiled as I walked down the street. I could feel an unease presents. 

"Who's there?" I said calmly turning around. 

"Other way dear!" They said. I turned around and saw he was holding a golden gun. Small but working. It looked revolver like. 

"And who may you be?" I asked. Very little emotion in my voice. I wasn't scared. If he shot me, I deserved it. If he didn't he would die. 

"Wilford." He answered.