The House On The End Of The Street

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Creek.

Goes the floorboards. A man watches over the group.

"You will all soon fall to your deaths. How should I kill you? Torture? Instant death? Or how about a beating perhaps?" He said as he stared at four innocent teenagers sleeping. "Let's see, I should probably kill girls first, then the boys." The man carefully thought. Killing his victims was a pleasure for him. It is extremely rare for him to be able to kill. The last time he killed was back in 1983. He killed the caretaker of the house. He enjoyed it very much. "No, scratch that. I'll kill the boys first and then the girls. If I kill the boys first, the girls won't have any protection. They can't fight. They are weak, just like the caretaker." He chuckled.

The man chose a knife from the kitchen. The drawers had all sorts of knives. There was a butcher's knife, a steak knife, a butter knife, a french knife, and more. They were all sharp. In the end, the man chose the boning knife. It was choosen because he believed it could cut the bones and flesh of his victims.

He then sharpened the knife. It was already sharp, but he wanted it sharper so it can easily enter the teenager's flesh.

"Ahh, here we go. It is the perfect weapon." He smiled. His smile reach until the corners of his face. His teeth were white and sharp and his smile was menacing. He was the starter pack of a serial murderer.

He went back to the living room where the teens lay. They slept so peacefully.

"Ah, nearly 3 am. Just the perfect time. How can this time get any better?" He spoke to himself. He chose to kill his victims at 3 am. It was a tradition for him. 3 am was his favorite time. It was when everything creepy happens. Usually, in horror books it is the cliche time when someone gets scared. He believed that 3 am is the right time for everything.

"Wow, that was a good nap." One of the teenagers said. This came from Reign.

Quickly, the man hid. He did not want to blow his cover. He grunted. He thought this killing would run smoothly. He was wrong.

"Guys? Are you seriously still sleeping?" Reign asked. He was looking around.

"No, this can't be." The man said. He was speaking in a hushed tone. "It is already 3 am. I guess I need to act now before it is too late." He approached Reign from the back and stabbed him.

All Reign could let out was a cry of pain before the rest of the teenagers woke up. After that, Reign died.

When the teenagers woke up, they saw the gruesome scene. Everyone panicked. They all did not want to die now.

"I was suppose to kill the guys first, but that did not work. I'll just kill whoever. I'm saving, you last." He pointed to Phillip. He grabbed Mal from the collar and slit her throat open. She too, lost her life.

"MAAAAALL. NO. HOW DARE YOU!" Cass screamed. She has lost her closest friend. No, scratch that. She lost a sister.
"You are next." The man grinned. He grabbed Cass and held a knife close to her heart.

"No, please don't do it!" Phillip said. He does not want to see her die. Especially now that he loves her. "Please. Hurt me, not her."

The man laughed. "You really think I would spare any of you?" He slowly let the knife go in Cass.

"AGHHH. STOP!" Cass pleaded. The knife was going deeper by the moment.
"Why don't you hurry up in killing me?! I'd rather die quicker than slower."

"Slower is always better. I want to see him suffer." He stared at Phillip. He knew Phillip could not stand seeing Cass get hurt.

"Goodbye, Phillip." Those were Cass' last words.

"NOO. JUST KILL ME ALREADY." Phillip said. He was in agony.

"As you wish." The man smiled and killed his last victim.