Short stories (horrors)

Devil inside •part 2•

I let out staggered breaths as I slowly walk to my mothers room, making sure not to make any sudden sounds. I get to her door and I don't even have to think twice before I open the door carefully. I see her sleeping peacefully in her slutty see-through nightgown. Her blonde hair now grayish from old age. She's a hateful person AND a whore. I've never known who my father was, never will. She deserves this more than any of the men that slept with her. She'll burn in an empty cell of hell alone forever.       

         I walk to her bedside and put my hand over her mouth. She slowly opens her eyes and looks at me, then her eyes go wide and she tries to scream. I hold up the knife, ready to strike when suddenly she grabs my dress, attempting to push me away. My dress rips and it only ignited something deep within me. Something evil. My inner devil came to life. I quickly swing my knife towards her chest, puncturing her with ease. I watch her hand drop and the color in her eyes fade. Blood seeps through her skimpy nightgown and sinks into the mattress below her.

       I rip the knife from her chest and walk away. Away from the pain. The memories. The hatred...~

       It was then, after rethinking all of it, that I realized that the evil inside me still hungers to kill. To watch the life leave someone. I want to see the blood to flow out of the stab wound I have made. The knife, still in my hand, is covered in my mothers blood. I bring the it up to my face and lick the blood off. I then smile, blood covering my lips, and let out a psychotic sounding laugh.

       "Goodbye" I said. Not to myself, but to my sanity.