Murder Spring

The Victims

I woke to the sound of scrapping. It was like nails on a chalkboard. I cupped my hands over my ears. I couldn't handle the sound. I finally opened my eyes to the greasy haired psycho sharpening a medium sized knife. I moved to the left side of my bed away from him.
"You fainted and I brought you here." he said, putting black gloves on.
"Where are you going?" I asked, squinting at him.
"Chill out, It's sev-"
"Don't fucking tell me to chill out when you confessed to stalking my my whole life!" I yelled. " I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOUR NAME!" I finished.
"I know, I know." He said laughing.
"You are a sick freak," I hissed.
He grabbed me by the hair pulling me to the right side of the bed. I struggled to get out of his grip. He put his knife right up to my neck.
"I can kill you right fucking now." He said as his eyes widened.
" You won't kill me, you have some feelings for me." I said breathing heavily.
He pushed the knife into my neck.
"If I have to kill you I will," he said grinning.
"Now, I have some people to kill in your filthy town." he said, letting go of my hair and storming out of the place. Oh my god, WHO ARE HIS NEXT VICTIMS?
I jumped out of bed brushing my hair with my hands and headed upstairs. When I got there I headed straight for the back doors. I tried opening the doors and Surprisingly it was unlocked. I began searching for things. Curiosity took over me. I looked under the couch. All I could see was flashbacks from that night...The TV is just wires and cords. I looked all over the kitchen which was nothing.
I rushed upstairs. The first thing I saw was a door on the left.
When I opened the door there was an office. There was a desk and a bookshelf behind it. I went through everything on the bookshelf. All I could find was dirty dust covered books.
Every Time I touched a book dust went flying everywhere as if it were snowing.
I went across the room to the next door. Nothing, absolutely nothing. I frowned, I looked up in frustration. Running my hands through my hair. But then I saw a string in front of my eyes. I pulled it down and it led to an attic.
I climbed up the ladder and into the attic. It was dark there. I looked up to see if there was some pull down type of light and there was. I pulled it down and the lights turned on. I saw a board with pictures. I walked closer and my heart started beating fast. I saw pictures of my family. Me when I was little.. Even me at school... I ran into the light thing. I pulled it down and everything went dark again. I walked into the dark looking for the ladder.
I took another step and I felt my ankle twist and me losing control in my body. I fell down the ladder and onto the floor. I cried in pain. I tried to get up but I felt needles and pins on my right ankle. I fell back down and got up on my left leg and lifted up the ladder and back into the ceiling. I limped back down stairs crying in pain. I couldn't walk normally anymore. I crawled to the couch and reached for the remote. I turned on the TV and changed channels until I came across the news.
They were talking about 2 new dead people. The new reporter said that their bodies were found at one of the victims' homes. They had 5 stab wounds on each body. The people were Clea Cannon and Stacey Hart. Apparently they were hanging out with each other. They probably heard a noise which was probably my kidnapper at the door then they opened the door he was there Then he killed them. Not to be disrespectful but they were idiots to open the door. Like, have they ever watched a scary movie? NEVER OPEN THE DOORRRR!!! But rest in peace I guess.
I changed the channel to a random cartoon. A few minutes passed as I watched the little animations. Then I heard the front door open and I turned the tv off as fast as I could. I turned around to see my kidnapper covered in blood.
"What are you doing here!" he yelled as his face turned red. "Go to the shed now!" he finished.
"I can't," I mumbled.
"WHAT WAS THAT?! I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" he screamed.
"I CAN'T!" I cried.
"What?!" he yelled, walking up to me.
I screamed in agony as he grabbed my arm and pulled me up on my feet.
"I BROKE MY ANKLE!" I cried.
"What.." he stuttered.
He let go of my arm causing me to fall face first into the ground. I groaned as I heard a crack coming from my nose. I pulled myself up onto the couch trying not to put pressure on my broken ankle. I noticed he was looking at me as if I were a piece of gold. He bent down and wiped my nose with his fingers. He moved his hand away and I realized my nose was bleeding. He had my blood on fingers. He licked my blood off his fingers while looking me in the eye. I looked down disgusted trying not to make a sound.
"You went into my era without my permission, so I'll put you in a another place for a while," he said.
I then saw him raise his hand above me and then everything went black.