Lori Born Evil

Eighteen: Serial Killer

Age eleven:

I take my hammer and quickly crush both of Papa’s hands. Breaking the bones, making him scream in pain.

Then it’s finally time. I grab his tie that I took out of his drawer and pull it on his neck. I kneel behind his head, pulling the tie so tight he turns purple. His broken, swollen hands scratch at his neck trying to free himself.

He releases. I feel Papa’s life leave his body. His eyes are wide open and the terror is still there I laugh and bend down, kidding his forehead playfully. I stand up and run out back to fetch Jeremy who is shivering behind the house, obviously spooked by Papa’s screams.

“Help me drag him out.” I order as he shyly follows me into the house. He sees Papa and turns his head gagging.

I bark at him to grab one of his feet and I shut off the light. We drag his fast down the concrete steps. His head bounced on each step with a loud thwap each time. He dragged his behind the house, then stopped taking a breath.

“Lori… I’m scared,” Jeremy said with tears in his eyes.

“Just help me drag him!” I sneer, no longer willing to fake kindness towards him.

He says nothing and does what he’s told. He’s smart.

It takes ten minutes of vigorous dragging until we reach the deep, empty grave I dug. I kick Papa’s body ,l flipping him over, face down into the dirt.

A squeak comes from Jeremy and he is still and motionless.

I quickly grab the knife I stashed under the leaved and lunge it into Jeremy’s stomach.

“Thank you for helping,” I whisper to him as his eyes widen.

His warm blood seems onto my clothes and in between my dirty fingers.

I pull the knife out sharply, and he starts of cough up blood. I laugh at him. I take my hand and push the pathetic boy into the grave on top of my father. Jeremy is still shaking and blinking.

“You will always be in my heart, Jeremy,” I wink at him. I take the shovel and throw dirt onto my two victims. It only takes five large shovel fulls of dirt to cover them. I pat the dirt down.

I feel so alive. I feel the vibrating joy all throughout my body. I licked my blood soaked hands. My nightgown and sneakers are drenched in Jeremy’s blood.

I love the color of blood. I admire it before walking out of the woods.

I just realized; I am now a serial killer. Three unfortunate victims of Lori King.

I hear some people. I walk down the sidewalk with my mouth covered in blood; my dress and my sneakers are now dark red.

I see a few kids walking down the street, and a few teenagers. All talking and laughing. They don’t look twice at me. I even get some chuckles my way.

Why don’t they seem fazed by me covered in blood?

Because it’s Halloween.