The Weirdest Stories I've Ever Written

The Laugh Monster

She stared down at the young child that squirmed in front of her on the floor. His dark ginger hair was coated in red in places where he his hair had been torn out of his head by the girl. Tears were running down his face rapidly.

He was muttering undistinguishable words and sobbing in pain while he clutched his knees to his chest to protect himself. The knife that lay by his side was covered in red. Pretty much everything was painted red. The boy's wounds looked deep and they were pouring dark red liquid all over the clean porcelain floor, forming large pools around him. The same liquid also poured from his mouth, leaving trails down his chin before disappearing down his what used to white dress shirt.

All of a sudden the boy's squirming stopped and gave up and stay silent. He looked up at the girl that loomed over him with an evil grin on her face. She leaned down next to the boy and picked up the bloodied knife.

"I like you, boy," she laughed into his ear, "so you can stay."

She called her slave girl to come and clean the young boy up and then went to the kitchen to have dinner. She was served a bowl of spiders and rotting cabbage with a mountain load of tomato sauce on top. Mmmmmmmm, her favourite. Little did she know that her tomato sauce had been poisoned by one of her three thousand seven hundred and eighty one slaves the she kept locked in her basement. The only time the slaves came out was when the girl would tortured them for fun or to be her maids and her chefs.

That night she nearly died, but got to hospital in time to be saved from being poisoned. She was then arrested on murder charges for all the slaves she held captive. She wasn't sentenced to death as this is not American but India.

After she got out of prison after three hundred and forty seven years, she came to Australia and pretended to the be the child of a family in perth because she was an immortal since the age of seventeen and had lived for over one thousand five hundred and fifty two years.

She then started going to John Septimius Roe Anglican Community School as a nine year old and looked for her next victims to kill. She found two girls called Alyssa and Elenor Hart who would be her next victims but they would never know. Tehe. Tehe.

And that is the story of Zoë Hamilton the Laugh Monster.

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