Blood on the Boa

Blood on the Boa Pt. 3

Ok guys this story has now come to an end, so no long intros. This part is a lot shorter than the end. There are a couple gory descriptions in here, but I tried to dial back the description so that people would be okay with it. The picture above is from Pixabay and it gives you a bit of an idea as to what kind of setting we're dealing with here. Anyway, enjoy!

There he was again, the masked man. He stood in the doorway, wearing a crooked smile and a green winter jacket stained a deep reddish-brown around the sleeves and pockets. His hands were crossed at his chest. He also wore a pink feather boa. He looked like the sassiest serial killer you've ever seen.

"I wanted to make sure that the last thing you ever see--" He raised his arms to strike a pose, holding his boa up, "--would be FABULOUS!" His voice was deep and scratchy. It seemed a bit distorted. It was a voice filter, but I still felt it was a bit familiar. I sat there horror struck, but oddly amused. I clapped, slowly, as I slid to the edge of the bed. "Thank you, thank you." He chuckled. "I hope you don't mind, but I also helped myself to a few of your cookies. Pass my compliments onto your chef."

"Thanks." I squeaked. I'd made those cookies earlier this week. I was surprised that they were still good after all this time. He stepped closer, and I backed away. Without thinking, I made a beeline for my open window and dived out. I'd rather I die on impact than from knife wounds. I landed with a thud but I was surprisingly alive. My body ached all over. I rolled over and pulled myself to my feet. That's when I saw it. The reason I was still alive.

There lay my father. Flesh was ripped off his arms, revealing his pink, blood covered dermis. His eyes were rolled to the back of his head, red vein patterns covering the white exterior, blood flowing from the gaps in his eye sockets. His jeans were ripped around his shins and knees, and his left knee cap was ripped off, leaving bleeding cartilage and a broken femur. No doubt he bled to death.

I stood there horror stricken. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. I could only see my bleeding father. I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound came out.

"Sorry. Just a bit of insurance. And what was he thinking? His outfit would've been complete with a bit of blood on it. Now he's fabulous!" I whipped my head around to see the murderer still there.

"Y-you--"

"Killed him? Way to point out the obvious. Now it's your turn." I darted around the side of the house and started to run down the street before I heard a whistle.

"Honey, no. You're brother is still asleep. You leave this house... well, you can only imagine what happens to him. Now come on back." I inched my way forward, back towards the house. I didn't have my phone on me, so I couldn't call him. There was no way to save my brother other than to wake him up. The killer flashed me a malicious smile. "Welcome back to murder town, dear. As we like to say here--" he pulled his boa up to mime suffocation "-- time to die." Now would be a good time to throw a rock or something at my brother's window, which was on the second story towards the back of the house. I sprinted around, hearing the faint step of the killer's feet on the grass as I picked up a stone, threw it at his window and started to run. I did this a couple more times, then I realized I wasn't getting anywhere. I was just running around the house in circles. At the first chance I got I slowed to a jog, making sure the killer saw my pattern of running around the house. He stopped. I couldn't see him anymore. He must have been at the back of the house. I darted in through the open door. I've always been light on my feet, so this worked out well. I ran up the stairs and into the dark hallways, and slammed into something. My brother.

"What's going on?" He asked frantically, his eyes darting about to see if there was anyone there.

"Dad's been killed." I took a deep breath. "There's been a whole bunch of murders happening here. It's why I've been worried since you've got home. It's why I wanted the light on in the hallway. A couple--" I sighed and wiped away some of the sweat from my forehead. "A couple days ago, I saw this note in the park. When I was walking Max. The note was from the murderer. It said that..."

"Yes???"

"It said that we were dead." I squeaked. Tears leaked from my eyes.

"Oh man. You should've told us dude! But there's no time for that now. Where's this killer dude?"

"Still outside."

"Good. Let's get up to the attic. We can hide there." I started up the stairs to the attic, followed by my brother. I heard the sound of glass shattering.

"He's coming!" I hissed. I climbed faster and threw myself over the edge to the attic. My brother followed suit and pulled up the staircase, closing off the only entrance and exit. We both lay down, and no sound could be heard other than the heavy breathing of both of us trying to regain our breath. I sat up and crawled over to my brother who was leaning against a wall. I heard small shuffling sounds. The killer must have been below us.

My hands gripped around to find the wall, and my arm brushed over something fuzzy. Something familiar. Something wet and sticky, and a bit warm. I felt it yanked out from under my hand, and a light turned on at the other end of the attic. There stood the killer.

"Now princess," he said, wrapping the blood stained boa around his neck. He yanked off his mask, and I gasped. It was my brother holding a broken bottle. He sealed off the attic. "Time to die."

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