Short Horror Stories

Murder

I wake up to the sound of a blood curdling scream, coming from down stairs. I spring up into a siting position and grab my robe and quickly rap it around me and run down stairs.

I see a scared Max's in front of my latest friend. "What are you doing Max's." I say my voice a void of emotions. He looks back at me his eyes swimming with emotions most fear from what I can tell. I hate emotions what is the point of allowing your self to feel.

"Y-your a murderer, what's wrong with you." he yells, I didn't want to have to do this but i guess i must.

I turn toward the table of basic tools I use and I grab a small syringe full of some liquid that help put my victims to sleep. "W-w-what is that." he asks, he must be quit scared by the way he is stuttering.

"Oh this, this is nothing. Or at least nothing you need to know about that is." I say while giving him a blank stare while I move the syringe into the perfect position for a quick injection "I really wish I didn't have to do this, last night was really nice. But you know to much already."

I take a step toward him and he takes a step back. Why run, why try to get away it is pointless. I step towards him once more, he again steps back stumbling to the floor this time. Now's my chance I quickly Sprint towards him and inject him with the liquid.

He looks surprised, then his head starts to slowly droop. Once he was fully unconscious I drug his body to the table I once had my old friend on.

It still has her blood on it. I'm sorry Max's I really didn't want to do it, I kinda like you. But I'm crazy, and crazy means i do stupid things even when people are looking.

I finish strapping him to the table. I go in to my weapon room and grab my twin blades and my acid. I need to kill him, he knows to much I need to kill him.

I wait around down stairs for him to wake up, I sharpen my blades clean and move the bodie to a different room. I need to kill him.

Why did he have to come down here, I like him. But he had to be a nosy little; i am pulled out if my thoughts by some rustling in the other room Max's must be awake now. I need to kill him, it's the only option.

"Why did you come down here Max's, i would of let you live but you know to much." I say not letting any emotion show through my voice.

I walk in to the room not making any eye contact with him, he doesn't deserve to see the satisfaction I'll have In my eyes when the last bit of life fades from him.

"I-I smelled some type of rotten smell down here. I wanted to check it out." I look at him briefly, and I see tears on his cheeks. "Are you going to do to me what you did to her, look at me please." I look at him and I can't help but laugh a holo laugh.

"Do to you what I did to her, well that would be too nice. She never invaded MY PERSONAL SPACE!"

Something clicked, I feel nothing, my emotions are off. I could watch him die of starvation and still find it amusing.

I walk over to my weapon room and pick out a few knifes and any other weapons I may need. I really didn't want to have to do this, I did think about letting you go but no you had to snoop around and get nosy.

I step closer to him, and as I do so he tries to back up. "I don't wanna do this but you just had to go looking around" I say with a straight face. As I pick up a small sharp knife he tries to get up, I turn around slowly and begin to softly slide the blade down his leg. "P-p-please ..stop.." he whimpers, I look him in the eyes and slowly bring the blade closer to his testicles. He shakes with fear and I poke them with the blade, he starts crying again and tries to push my hand away. "I hope you realize max all this fighting is futile." I finish my statement by jaming my blade threw his hand. It bleeds brutally, but I pay little to no mind to it. I grab another blade and stab it into his other hand. As the blood begins to flow I cant help but smile, I grab a large knife and press it firmly against his throats, I ask him one last question... "Was it worth it?" I laugh hysterically and stab his lower leg into the table.

I begin losing my control over what i wanna do first, this feeling just feels so good. I grab a spoon and force it in behind his left eye, then using my Bowie knife I make a small hole in in stomach. I grab a hammer and shatter a few of his ribs.

I contemplate between using a rat to eat his intestines or maggots. I determine the old fashion way is best so I grab my old pet rat and a metal bowl. I place the rat on his stomach and at this point hes in and out of consciousness and its quite amusing. I cover the rat with the bowl and grab a blow torch. I use my blow torch to heat the bowl to a high temperature and that's when I hear it. His pained screams, they finally started to register in my ears. The rat must be digging into his flesh now.

I block it out simply looking away for a moment before focusing my attempt back on the now red bowl. I continue this for about an hour until I've given up.

I look at my master peace, and smile with satisfaction. I think this is some of my best work yet.