The Ridge Wood Slasher( Book 1 of the Ridge Wood series)

PROLOGUE (Edited)

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I shivered a little, when the cool night air hit my face, as I made my way down the sidewalk. It's a quiet night tonight, the only sound that can be heard is the sound of the tree leaves rustling in the breeze, and the sound of my footsteps on the sidewalk. The street lights barely lit up the sidewalk, making it almost hard to see in the dim light. 

I quickened my pace as the house, that I've been watching for weeks, came into view. Its two story structure casts a long shadow over the lawn in the moonlight. I easily hopped the white picket fence surrounding the house, landing on the other side,  my feet hitting the ground with a soft thud. I quickly duck down behind a bush when I notice that there was still a light on in one of the upstairs windows. I crouch down out of view, hidden in the shadows, as I wait patiently for the light to be turned off. 

After waiting for about thirty minutes the light was finally turned off, I took that as my cue to make my move. After a few minutes of searching for a way into the house I finally managed to find a window, on the ground floor, that had been left unlocked. I carefully slide the window open, making sure not to make any noise and alert anyone in the house of my presence.

I climb in through the window, my feet landing on the carpeted floor with a soft thud. and I notice that I'm in a l. I look around at my surroundings and notice that I'm in a very large living room with beautiful antique furniture, a large fireplace, and a huge chandelier hanging from the ceiling in the center of the room. I avert my gaze from the objects in the living room, mentally reminding myself  why I'm here.

I exit the living room and make my way towards the stairway. As I make my way up the stairs I notice that there are family photos hanging on the walls. The one that caught my attention was of two boys. I glance at the picture for a few seconds before continuing my way up the stairs. When I finally reach the top of the stairway I find myself in a hallway. I look around and notice that there is a dim light coming from under the door at the end of the hall, indicating that my targets are in that room.

I quickly but quietly walked over to the door. I stand in front of the door silently, listening for any signs of movement. When I'm positive that whoever is in the room is sleeping I grip the door knobs with my hand before turning it, opening the door wider enough for me to slip into the room. After entering the room I then notice two figures, an old man and woman, lying on the bed. Their chests rising and falling as they slept peacefully.

I quietly walk up to the bed and stand at the end of it, silently staring down at the sleeping couple. I go over to the mans' side of the bed first. I smile behind my mask as my hand grips the handle of my hunting knife. I pull the hunting knife out of its sheath, the knifes' blade shining in the moonlight that is coming in through the window. 

I raise my hand, gripping my knife firmly, as I get closer to the sleeping man. I stand right next to the sleeping man, looking down at him before I plunge my hunting knife down towards his chest. The sharp blade of my knife plunges into his chest, stabbing him right in his heart, making his death a quick one. His mouth falls open in a silent gasp and eyes open wide in shock at the sudden pain before they finally glaze over, lifelessly staring at the ceiling. 

I pull my hunting knife from his chest, causing blood to start gushing out of the wound. The blood pooled out of his chest, soaking the bed sheets and the front of his sleep shirt. I turn my attention away from the now deceased man and silently walk around to the other side of the bed, where the woman is. I stand next to the woman's side of the bed, looking down at her. I tilt my head to the side as I watch her sleeping form, her chest rises and falls in a slow rhythm with each soft breath she took. 

I slowly press the blade of my hunting knife against her throat, the slight pressure causing blood to trickle down her neck. She awakens at the sudden touch of the cold metal blade of my hunting knife against her neck, her eyes widen in fear when she sees me standing over her. I swiftly slid the blade across her neck before she had the chance to cry out for help. Blood gushes out of her throat, drenching the front of her white nightgown. Her hands immediately went up to her neck, putting pressure on the wound, in an attempt to stop the bleeding. She attempts to scream, hoping the neighbors will hear her, but it only comes out as strangled gurgle. After a couple minutes her body goes limp, her eyes glazing over as life leaves her body. Her body lays on the bed lifelessly, while her dead, empty, eyes look up at me blankly.

 I put my hunting knife back in its sheath before taking a few steps back away from the bed as I took in the bloody scene in front of me. Behind my mask a smile forms on my face as I admire my work. After admiring my work for a few minutes I turn and leave the room and walk back down the stairs. When I reach the bottom of the stairway I walk over to the front door before opening it and exiting the house. I look back at the house one last time before disappearing into the darkness of the night.