spooky one shot stories

lil murderer

**AUTHORS NOTE: this was inspired by one of the chapters in RunawayNebula's book called "two sentence horror stories" so a had an idea and ran with it and stayed up till 2:00 in the morning writing this alone without editing grammar and other stuff.... soooooo right now this is unedited because i just wanna get it out there. dont worry im gonna fix stuff im just SUPER TIRED  as im writing this sooooo here it is!!!!!! my UNEDITED STORY INSPIRED BY THAT USER I MENTIONED BEFORE GO READ HER BOOK!!** 

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There once was a little boy. Around 5-6 years old. He was a happy little boy and he had a loving family, except for a relative they prefer not to talk about. They lived in the near by Insane asylum. Nobody in the family knew or understood what was wrong with them.

On the little boys birthday he had a small party with just family. the boy was playing with this his older cousin when there was a knock on the door. the mom looked confused as she spoke "Are we being to loud or something? I mean the neighbours are serious about silence but I mean this stupid!" the mom opened the door and gasped but quickly silenced. "this is for the boy" said a nurse from the near by asylum. "your relative refused to listen till we gave the boy something he made himself, monitored of course." she finished. "would you like to come in for a bit? you could tell him the boys reaction to the gift." the mother offered her in. "that would be lovely thank you" the nurse said politely walking in carrying a white box with a big red bow on it. the mother called to the boy. "a nurse from the asylum has a gift for you!" the mother and the nurse walked into the living room, the nurse gave the gift to the boy "thank you!" the boy said as she put the present down in front of him. the boy carefully untied the ribbon and opened the box. the boys face lit up when he saw what it was, it was a beautifully carved slingshot. obviously a ton of work went into carving thing. "wow its so well made! are you sure HE made it??" the mother asked the nurse looking at her sons new gift. the nurse just nodded. "what is is made of?" the mother asked. "a deer antler." the nurse said. the mother slowly nodded. "mommy can I go try this out??" the boy said springing up. "sure son just be careful!" the mother said as the boy ran outside. the boy grabbed a rock and put it on the slingshot and aimed at a fence. he shot the rock and rock flew across the yard and hit the fence and fell to the ground. the boy played with the slingshot for an hour and went inside. he started acting weird. the boy played with the slingshot every day.

few years later

the boy just turned 9 and can be outside without being supervised as much. so the boy tried something..... different.... he took a rock and went to aim. just then he saw a bird and got an idea. he aimed the rock at the bird and shot it. the bird fell to the ground dead. this woke up something inside of him.. and that something felt gooooooooooood!! he shot another bird and just like the first one it fell and died. he did this for a few days. how did he deal with the birds?? buried them and let cats and nature do its thing. somehow the mom never found out about this. after another year went by of shooting birds and the boy started to feel....empty. as the boy was about to shoot another bird he saw one of neighbours in an open window. the neighbour was facing away from the window, they didn't spot the boy. luckily the boy shook off this..feeling, and shot the bird.after the last bird fell dead from the tree, the little boy aimed his slingshot at the neighbours. birds weren't as fun as they used to be....