It's been four days since I began my dark career, and after three murders, many parents are pulling their children out of school. I'm staying here. My parents won't be coming. I don't have parents to come get me. My parents are dead. I believe the teachers are telling everyone to lock their doors every night-the fools! They still haven't worked out that I have no use for the doors!
As for me, I've grown to embrace my 'job'. Now I'm more confident and ruthless-I hardly doubt myself anymore! After my first self-set mission, I've collected better equipment like gloves and a handy belt. Whilst killing Lisa (my second kill), it turned out I'd left a glove-print and people came up with these rumours that it was the murderer's 'sign'! Since then, I did it on purpose-it's such a childish game yet I get such satisfaction from it!
What's more, some of the younger classes came up with a name for me: Crimson Killer. I actually don't mind that. If anything, I like that idea.
Tonight I was planning to kill the Mean-Queen of fourth-form: Jasmine. Once again, I slipped unnoticed out of my dorm window and traced the old brick walls with my fingertips. At the top I realised their window was already open; easier for me then, I guess. Seriously: is everyone else stupid? Even if it clearly doesn't stop me, there's still a chance of slowing me down or hearing the noise the window would make. Or do they agree with the teachers that I enter via the doors?
In the room, I headed over to the closest bed: Jasmine's. Once I was at the foot of the bed, I went to reach for my knife, except I noticed something: Jasmine wasn't there...
Where is she? I thought. She couldn't be up at this time of night! Suddenly I heard a creak outside, in the doorway. There was a loud CLICK! as the door was unlocked. She'd gone to the bathroom.
Instinctively, I dropped-quietly-to the floor and rolled under her bed. It was rather dusty, but at this particular time and place, it was the least of my worries. Then a second CLICK! sounded from the door. From the shadows, I watched as two slippered feet padded over to the window before I heard the window being shut and the curtains drawn. Then the feet came towards me, and I ducked further back, nearer the wall. I listened as she figure paused and placed something (a cup perhaps?) on her small bedside table; next she sat on her bed, which squeaked under her weight, and kicked off her slippers.
When I was one hundred percent sure Jasmine had rolled over (so that she was facing the wall) I crawled out from my hiding spot and peeked at her positioning from the head of the bed. She was clearly still wide awake, but I didn't panic. I noticed that the object she had placed down had been a glass of water, so I quickly dropped in the sleeping pill I still had from when I was really ill a few years ago. Then I returned to my place under the bed.
About five minutes later, Jasmine had finished her drink and was snoring. Loudly. I crawled back out from under the wooden bed and grabbed my knife...
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The murder mysteries
HorrorWhen a violent serial killer arrives at Skie's boarding school, she decides to hunt down the murderer. But this murderer seems ruthless, and ready to kill anyone, as they're slowly killing off the students, one by one. But one question remains: wi...