Birth of The Midnight Killer

Trigger warning: Mention of abuse, physical abuse, gore/blood, death.

The air was thick and the atmosphere gloomy, as the sun slowly set in the west behind the mountains. Darkness fell upon the land below; the fog grew thicker as the temperature dropped. An old brown broken down house in the clearing between the trees, pieces of wood and galvanize were scattered around on the grass. A man was standing in the center of a cold and damp room, a bloody broken beer bottle in his hand. Two small children curled up in a corner screaming and crying. While a woman beaten and bruised laid dead in a pool of her own blood.

I had arrived at home or as I called it hell that Friday evening, I walked slowly upstairs expecting to see my younger siblings Kevin and Kelly in their room playing, but instead I heard loud high pitch screams come from my parent's room. I immediately dashed down the hall to the room and opened the door, but nothing in life could have ever prepared me for what I saw. I felt my heart drop and my blood run cold at the sight of my mother's lifeless body laying in the center of the room, my father standing right beside her with a sinister grin on his face. I knew he was drunk by the retched smell of alcohol that was lingering in the air.

My body was frozen in place, it refused to do anything, well that was until he started to make his way over to the corner of the room. I glanced at the corner and to my horror Kevin was holding a crying Kelly close to his chest in order to try and shield her from the traumatizing sight. "Get away from them!" I had shouted in anger and desperation, in order to not only get him away from my siblings but to grab his attention, which worked but not to my advantage.

My father quickly turned to face me after having heard my shouts, he then charged at me like an enraged bull, I felt nothing but fear and pain when I was suddenly punched in the stomach and thrown into the wall behind me. I whimpered softly rubbed the back of my head, thankfully it wasn't bleeding just bruised from the impact. Kevin then stood up leaving Kelly on the ground and glared daggers at our father before he said, "Leave her alone!" and as a result of his outburst father grabbed him by his hair and threw him at the wall into me.

I smiled ever so faintly after seeing that Kevin was unharmed when I caught him, but then our father had thrown the broken beer bottle at the wall and it shattered into multiple pieces. I had managed to quickly protect Kevin using my own body, which led to a few minor wounds from the glass. I quickly looked down at Kevin who had been trembling in my arms like a scared puppy, before glancing back at my father. He was once again trying to make his way over to Kelly but stumbled over his own feet occasionally.

I wasted no time to stand up and grab the larges shard of glass I could find. I began to cautiously make my way over to my father, and right as he was about to grab Kelly I jumped onto his back, and stabbed the shard into his back near his stomach area causing him to scream out in pain. I felt proud of myself for a brief moment. Before I was being slammed into a wall hard by my father, I let go of the shard of glass and fell to the floor in pain. My father then came over to me, put his hands around my neck and started to strangle me, I had let out a few coughs as I gasped desperate for air. I began to feel lightheaded and was planning on giving up, but then I remembered both Kevin and Kelly needed me, if I died, I wouldn't be able to watch and protect them like our mom always did for us.

My vision had started to fade as I slowly began to lose consciousness; I reached to the side and struggled a bit before my fingers came across a small bloodied glass shard. In the heat of the moment I quickly picked up the shard and used what little strength I had left to stab my father in the right eye. Luckily, he had let go of my neck and wailed in pain while he held his bleeding right eye.

I gasped sharply; my lungs were burning slightly from the sudden free flow of oxygen. I then looked over to at Kelly who had gone over to Kevin and said frantically, "Okay you two. Get downstairs we are leaving!" then the three of us made out way out the room, down the stairs and out the house as fast as we possibly could. We started to sprint into the dark forest, not knowing where we were even going but we didn't care if we got away from our father, we were happy.

We had started to slow down thinking that we were safe but then from the distance we heard a loud angry shout along the lines of "Get back here you brats!" we were terrified. We all glanced behind us to see our father charging towards us, with a large butcher knife, he as beyond angry. All three of us started to run again, not realizing that we were now in the Slenderman forest.

We didn't stop running until Kelly tripped over her untied shoelaces and fell to the floor with a loud thud. I had quickly made my way over to her and started to help her up, when suddenly I felt my hair being pulled back with a great amount of force. I looked up to see my father holding a handful of my dark brown hair in one hand and a large butcher knife in the other. Fear had spread through out my entire body as I was suddenly thrown to the ground, but before I could get up I was pinned down by my father quickly stabbing the butcher knife into my stomach which caused me to let out a blood curdling scream from the immense pain.

I quickly turned my head away from him not wanting to see his face after all he has done to us, he then put his face to my ear "I want to see the fear in your eyes as I kill you." He whispered eerily into my ear, which sent shivers down my spine. He then started to turn the knife left and right while it was stuck in my stomach, which caused me to scream even louder. My consciousness started to quickly slip away as black spots started to cloud my vision. I then heard a lot of static from inside my head that made me whimper slightly. I closed my eyes as I awaited death but it never came, instead I felt all the weight that was on top of me disappears, before I heard a loud thud. I slowly opened my eyes to see my father dead on the ground in front of a large tree; he was bleeding from his right eye and the giant hole in his chest.

I didn't have a clue about what had happened, but then I was suddenly lifted off the ground by two large surprisingly warm arms. I tilted my head up wanting to see who had saved us from our father, though my eyes widened when I saw a man with a pale white face but he no eyes, nose mouth or ears at all. I grew quite scared as I tried to squirm in his arms but that only caused more pain for myself, he then looked down into my chocolate brown eyes and said, "Don't be afraid child, no harm shall come to you or your siblings."

I don't know why but I felt like I could trust him. So, I just nodded as I felt my body grow weaker by the second, as I was about to pass out from blood lose, I heard him said "One day you will be a fine killer."

That was five years ago, I am now 18 years old and one of the most well-known killers, as well as Slenderman's most trusted proxy, I am The Midnight Killer.