Hey Guys! Ok so this story was just something I wrote for a friend because it was an assignment and they paided me :P It must have been good because they got an A! I hope you enjoy this short story and don't get too creeped out! Plus the first 3 paragraphs was their work, I just changed it a bit.
Thanks For reading :3
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“It had been an entire week since I last had a full night sleep. It all started when I was in a bedroom, sitting next to Vanessa. It was just the two of us and honestly I was a little nervous because I had never been in a position like this before. I had never been in a bedroom alone with a girl.
I wasn’t sure about what I should do, whether I should sit there and talk or if I should try to kiss her. I had a million thoughts running through my head… Will she kiss me back? If we kiss does that mean we are dating?
My heart was racing, pounding in my rib cage, like I had just run a marathon. But it stopped when I felt her small fingers weave their way through my hair. Her soft, cherry lips lightly pressed against mine. I closed my eyes and just went with it, the feeling reminded me of something nice and sweet.
As we kissed, my thoughts began to grow dark and stormy. The feeling was returning and I treasured it.
The need to kill was irresistible. I can’t deny it, the feeling of it, running through my veins is the best drug I have ever had.
I slowly place one hand on Vanessa’s hip and the other in her long black hair, curling my fingers through it.
Vanessa took that as an invite to go further and dragged me down onto her, on the bed.
Too bad she thought she was going to get laid, because by the time the sun rose in the morning, she would be dead. Vanessa was the thirteenth girl I had chosen. They all had black hair and the same age as me. I only killed girls with black hair because the love of my life had left me, lonely, so she was the first to die.
The sensation of killing another person slowly ate away at me until I did, and it was never satisfied, never.
I pulled back from the kiss and started to choke Vanessa, regretting that it had to be her because she was actually a nice girl. But I continued anyway as my demons demanded I do it. She had been fighting so much, slapping and clawing at me determined to live but she slowly began to die.
I loved watching the life drain out of their eyes, as their soul left them. Everybody says that the eyes are the window to one’s soul.” Jimi finished his story, his eyes dancing with the flames from the camp fire.
The only sound around the camp was the crickets chirping. “Well?” Jimi questioned.
A nervous chuckle escaped Tom’s lips as he shook his head, “You are one hell of a storyteller Jimi.” He laughed, “I actually thought for a moment that you were a killer!”
Jimi just grinned widely, while the flames danced and played in his eyes.
After a while of watching the fire burn and crackle Tom asked, “Where did you hear that from?”
Jimi shifted in his chair to look at the star filled sky and when he looked down again at Tom he laughed quietly, “Do you really want to know?”
Tom nodded his head eagerly, hungry for more knowledge. Jimi sighed, “My father.”
Tom was puzzled and even more curious, “What do you mean? Your father made the story up? He is a pretty scary looking person, he always gives me the creeps. No offence.” He said sheepishly.
“No no. My father was the killer.”
Tom laughed loudly to which Jimi got angry at, “I’m serious. He killed all those girls, one by one, all strangled to death. I could show you the pictures of them if you like….?” He smiled evilly.
“You mean he took pictures of them… When they were dead. Dude, I thought you were joking! Your dad is a serial killer and you don’t care?!” Tom yelled.
“He is my father, what do you expect? He raised me well, especially well in the art of death.”
Tom screamed and ran in to the woods but Jimi laughed and yelled to him, “You can run, but you can’t hide! I know these woods better then you Tom, and I like to play games.”
And the rest of the night was full of screams and laughter.
