Little murder stories

Linen Sheets

Roman was never one to typically panic. He was always calm and attacked his problems with carefully thought out plans. He never freaked out, and he most certainly was never one to hide from his problems. But all of that changed when he heard a crash downstairs.

The young man didnt live with a significant other, any family or animals, so you could definitely say that he was startled when he heard the loud crash.

Gathering up his courage, Roman climbed out of bed, threw on his dressing gown and quietly made his way to the source of the noise; the kitchen.

The grandfather clock in the hallway showed that the time was currently 3:15 in the morning. It made no sense as to why someone would be up and about at this ungodly hour, especially Roman himself.

Carefully climbing down the stairs, the young man could see a faint moving light from the kitchen. Accompanying the light was loud intakes of breath and occasional sounds of glass breaking.

As Roman got closer to peer into the small room, his breathing began to pick up, as did his heart rate.

Gazing into the small kitchen, Roman could easily see that there was an intruder. The person in question was decked out in all black and was holding a butchers knife in their left hand. Romans eyes widened as he saw the crimson liquid dripping from the blade, fresh from previous usage.

A small creak in the wooden floorboards alerted the intruder that there was someone watching them. The mysterious person turned around quickly; a sickening wide-toothed grin spread across their face.

Romans breath hitched in his throat as the realised how much danger he was really in. without a thought in his head, the young man kicked off running through his house, desperately trying to get away from his pursuer.

Antiques clattered to the floor as Roman sped through, trying to get to a safe hiding place. At last he found the linen cupboard. The young man struggled with the handle, hearing the intruder make their way closer.

Finally Roman ripped open the door to the cupboard and scrambled inside, shutting the door tight behind him.

The small area was dark and cramped, almost echoing with every intake of Romans breath.

Breathe in.

The killers footsteps slowed down.

Breathe out.

The house was oddly quiet.

Breathe in.

Any moment could be Romans last.

Breathe out.

The door handle jiggled.

Breathe in.

The door was thrown open.

Breathe out.

The knife was held high.

Breathe in.

It was all over.

Breathe out

Roman closed his eyes.

Breathe in.

Roman could feel the sharp sting of metal in his neck, losing consciousness as the knife moved through his neck.

The killer stepped away from the body, watching the severed head roll along the neatly folded piles of sheets, the blood pouring out like a waterfall.