The Silent Ones [EDITING]

Chapter 3

I walked back to the forest and no, I don't live in the outdoors. I have a cute little cabin that's perfect for me and my guests. I don't like using the word 'victims', it gives me a bad vibe.

I've never had anyone escape knowing where my house is so they could just snitch on me, I've done too much. I know I can just stop what I'm doing but, I don't want to. It makes me feel... I don't know... less lonely to have someone here with me. Especially someone I can control.

I started writing my plan down for my next guest, Sophia. I've been following her for about two months now. I've had many guests in this house. Well, at least too many for my fingers to count. Now I bet you're wondering how I ended up doing this. Well, when I was in school, in... oh when was it? Tenth or eleventh grade someone came up to me and threw me a piece of paper at me. I opened it up and it gave me an address. Weird I know.

Me, being the little dumb curios teen I was, I went there. They gave me a gun and told me to put it to good use. I tried shooting that day and I failed so I took shooting lessons. Lets just say I 'accidentally' missed the target and hit the teacher. Oops.

But that doesn't matter anymore. That was the past. Here are my plans

Get to know her, invite her to my place, drug her and let it be a surprise of what's coming next.

Stay in the shop and when Stephanie isn't there, I take her to my place without anyone knowing.

Or 'coincidentally' meet her and talk to her, buy her a coffee, get her in my car, have fun and drive around, bring her to my place, hang out there for a while then BAM, she's mine.

I'm leaning towards the third option, might as well have fun with her before she hates me for life am I right? Hopefully my plan works this time, it always seems that when I try to plan... it never goes to plan.

She's lucky normally I don't make friends with my guests. I entered my front door and threw my jacket on my couch. For the outside of my house looking like absolute shit, the inside is really well furnished. More so than you'd expect at least.

I walked up to my bedroom and looked at my fully charged phone. My mother texted me. God I hate that bitch, she always treated me like shit.

Mom: Hey sweetie we are having a little family reunion next week I hope you can make it!

Hey sweetie my ass. Instead of replying with a rude text I just called her. "Trey how are you?" She asked as if we were to talk just yesterday.

"Sorry Mom, but I'm not going to that stupid family reunion, it's the same shit every year, remember last year?" I asked. "Yes and I'm sorry it won't hap-"

"It's been like that for the past three years, since I've dropped out of high school, you say that every damn year and I've had enough." I snapped.

"Is this because of Kevin?" She asked. "No." Of course it was because of Kevin, he's the perfect child. "Please think about it, Sweetie, I gotta go it was great talking to you." She hung up.

What to do, what to do? Might as well make my place look presentable for Sophia. The inside of my house is perfectly fine but the outside... not so much.

I think I might go to the city and get some windows, paint, wood, and a door. Yep sounds good to me. I used to do this as a little side job so I know what I'm doing. I got in my car and drove to the city. This asshole honked at me for crossing when the light said I could cross... Idiots these days.

I went to Menards and got some windows, paint, wood, and a door and a man helped me put all of my items in my car so I thanked him and left. Where do I start? This place is a lot worse than I thought. I repaired the outside and all of the cracks on the house, then  painted it a beautiful light sky blue color, it went really well with my red curtains.

I bought a maroon door and replaced it from my ugly brown door. When I finished this it actually looked like a house and not some creepy place in the middle of the forest. Now one last thing I need to make it all better. Her.

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