The Killer's Killer...Killer

Chapter 1: The Unnecessary Intro Kill

Meow! Tanaka Mika sat up from her bed. Totoro jumped onto Mika’s lap and tapped her hands with his paws. He purred blissfully as Mika rubbed the bobtail feline softly, feeling his short silky furs. Crack! Totoro hissed and immediately fled the room.

“Totoro?” Mika exclaimed.

Crack! Mika looked up. The source of the sound had seemed to come from the ceiling. Crank! Mika took a lighter out of her backpack and opened the closet’s screen. Looking up, she noticed a small door on the ceiling. Using a nearby stool, Mika reached the door and opened it.

The flickering flame of the lighter revealed the attic to be covered in dusts and cobwebs. Mika noticed a bag at the end of the attic. She pushed herself up to the attic and made her way to the bag. There wasn’t a single speck of dust on the bag, and there was a hole in the bag as if it was cut opened.

“Kore wa kowaidesu,” Mika whispered as she tried to look through the hole.

A hand suddenly reached out from the bag. Mika shrieked. Its fingers were as skinny as sticks and as pale as fog. Whatever inside the bag was now groaning heavily. A head dragged out of the bag. To Mika’s terror, the head has his mouth stitched and his eyes pierced with needles.

Mika continued to scream. After catching her breath, she stood up and hurried for the door. Something grabbed her ankles. Mika fell hard onto the wooden boards. Turning around, she saw a figure carrying a something. Raising her lighter, Mika recognized the figure as a woman…carrying a coil of wire saw.

“Te kudasai,” Mika begged. “Nashi…”

The woman slowly raised the coil and stretched out the wire saw.

"Shit, that’s scary!" Monique Abed exclaimed at the TV. “Come on girl, you can do it. You’re almost out of the attic. There you-OH! She got you! Damn Japan, your movies are scary!”

Thump! Monique turned around. The living room was still and dark. Nothing had changed. Thump! Realizing the noise was coming from the backyard, Monique turned the TV off. She grabbed a flashlight and headed into the dining room to see the back door unlocked. Monique can hear her heart pounding louder and louder as she eyed the door carefully. Thump! Startled, she dropped the flashlight.

"W-Who's there?" Monique shouted. “I’m warning you. I’ll call the police on your ass!”

Thump! The noise was now coming from the front door. Monique locked the back door and hurried back to the living room. She snatched the phone and dialed 911, readying at any moment to press call. Looking through the window, Monique noticed a red Mercedes parked in front. Phew! Monique let out a sigh in relief and dropped the phone. She opened the front door and ambled toward the car.

"Travis! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" Monique cried. "My parent's not home you know. You could have just rang the doorbell."

There was no response.

"Travis? You there?"

Monique flashed the light through the windshield to reveal a bloody mess. A man was sitting motionless in the driver's seat with blood pouring down his shredded face. Monique screamed. Before she could run for help, something cold embedded in her back. Pain shot through her body as she tried to gasp for air. Monique collapsed to the ground. She slowly turned her head around to see a man carrying a knife.

The man slowly raised his knife. Monique extended her arms and fruitlessly tried to crawl away. In one quick motion, the man swung the knife at her head. Knock! Knock! Bethany Myhre paused the movie as her mom entered the bedroom.

"Another slasher film?" her mom asked. “Are you sure you won’t get a nightmare?”

"I'm seventeen, mom," Beth replied. "I can handle every scary movie by myself. Beside, the killer is about to get his next victim. Blood and gore everywhere!"

"Sometimes I worry about you, Beth. Anyway, I'm going to run some errands, alright?"

"Sure mom."

"Be safe now. Don't answer to strangers. Call 911 if you're in dangers. Don’t sleep too late now. And-"

"Mom! I'm not a kid. I'll be fine. It's not like I'm in some horror story where a killer will appear out of nowhere as soon as you leave."

"Alright, sweetie. Love you! Bye!" 

Beth waited until she heard the car's engine faded away. She resumed the movie and watched gleefully as the killer stabbed Monique mercilessly.

“Pff!” Beth thought. “Who in their right mind would follow the noises? She’s so stupid. No wonder she died! If that was me in that situation, I would have live!”

 Screech! Beth paused the movie. Complete silence. After a couple of minutes, Beth played the movie again. Screech! Beth stopped the movie completely. She hurried out of her bedroom and into the kitchen. If countless horror movies had taught her anything it was to always be prepared. She grabbed the phone and a chef’s knife.  

Screech! The noise was coming from the basement. Beth gripped the knife tighter as she slowly opened the basement door. She turned on the light and walked down the stair. There was barely anything in the basement except for the washing machine, the dryer, and the boiler. Screech! Beth turned off the boiler and the screeching immediately stopped.

"Wow, I'm so paranoid," Beth thought. "It was just the boiler."

Beth reached the top of the basement stair and opened the door. A hammer suddenly swung down. Beth retractedher steps, and her feet slipped, causing her to tumble down the stairway. Beth let out a groan as she looked up. A figure in a bloodied bandage mask and hoodie was walking down the stair with a large sledgehammer. Beth struggled to stand up and grabbed the knife.

“You can’t kill me!” Beth cried. “I’m still a virgin! Virgins don’t die in horror movies!”

“This isn’t a movie,” the figure croaked.

Beth stumbled to the opposite side of the basement and threw everything she could at the masked figure: sponges, boxes, soda cans, dog food, and a dead goldfish. Ineffective, Beth plunged her knife at the figure only for the figure to knock the knife out of her hand with the sledgehammer. Beth dashed for the stair. The figure threw the sledgehammer at Beth, smashing her spines and ribs. She plummeted down the stair, fracturing her skull and spewing out blood.   

Barely gasping for air, Beth managed to choke out, "That...hurts like hell."

The figure slowly raised the sledgehammer one last time and swung.