When I get home, it is still dark therefore there is no worries of a neighbour catching sight of me. I pull her out of the boot of my car and close the door. Quietly. We wouldn't want to wake the neighbours now, would we? That would be murderous. I chuckle: murderous. I can't stop laughing; it's uncontrollable. I breathe. I need to keep my cool. I slip the key into the lock and turn. The sound of the mechanical clunk as the lock was penetrated was a drum in the cold, silent night.
I dragged the body inside the hall and switch on the light before hanging her up next to the others. Six. Six in total. Six teenagers; all girls. All dead.
The smell would have knocked most people out but I was used to it so it didn't matter. She completed the collection. 6. It was perfect. She was perfect. I lock the door and switched off the light.
"Goodnight!" I say to the girls, halfway up the stairs.
"Goodnight!" They say back.
I love my girls. They are all so obedient. I continue up the stairs and slip into my bedroom.
The girls were perfect. Perfect...
YOU ARE READING
The Switch
HorrorOne body; for another... I like teenage girls; dead ones... I also like dolls... I also like to murder... When you hear something strange in your local graveyard, make sure you lock your windows and doors... After all, you wouldn't want to be Switch...
