Night Terrors -(TordTom)

Blood Drops

"Look, Mommy! A monster!" The girl points at me as her mother turns. Her eyes widen and she scurries off, child in hand.

I pull my old hoodie over my head and nonchalantly start following the two as they dart around people.

Shortly, they reach what I would assume their house and close the door. I walk up to the kitchen window and carefully peek through. There sat the child and her mother, joined by what I think is her father at the table eating dinner.

"Daddy I saw a monster today!" The child exclaimed proudly. This earned a worried look from her mother which the father noticed.

"Honey, that wasn't a monster, that was a homeless man. Probably a criminal."

The father just rolled his eyes and continued eating.

Later that night, I snuck in through that same window, and made my way upstairs.

The mother was taking a bath, so I slipped in through the cracked door and quietly shut it.

I snuck up behind the unsuspecting woman and pushed her head under the water with all of my weight. She put up one hell of a fight. Flailing and trying to kick at me, and grabbing at my arms. After about a minute her flailing slowed and her grip on me grew weaker and weaker as the time ticked on. She went limp about another minute later, but I still held her under.

My mind raced as I looked at her corpse. Her skin turning a slight shade of purple from the lack of oxygen to her body when she was alive, just moments ago.

"You should have raised your daughter better." I grinned.

After about a few minutes, the husband came into their room and layed down on the bed.

"You almost done in there?" He called out impatiently. I heard him get up and walk to the door.

He knocked. He banged on the door. He opened the door. He stood there in shock and rage.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?! YOU MONSTER!" He screamed and launched himself at me. I grabbed him by the neck and squeezed.

"Now is that any way to greet a guest?" I sneered, pushing him up against the wall. He gave me a look of fear as I choked him out.

I suddenly let go as if remembering something, and he gasped for air on his hands and knees.

I reached into my pocket and grabbed my knife. Twirling it in my hands, the light gleaming off of it, I said to myself, "This is gonna be a lot of fun."

He tried to back away, but I was too quick for him. In one swift move, I plunged the knife deep into his gut, making him gush out blood from his wound and mouth. He screamed in agony as I twisted the knife blade in a clockwise motion, making the wound worse. I took out the knife and slashed at his wound again. This time, cutting through him like a hot knife in butter. His guts spilled out before him, and he sunk to the floor, barely breathing.

"Well, thanks for inviting me, I'll see my way out." I sneered at him. His whole body shook, then stilled.

I smeared my hand in his blood and wiped it on my face.

"Oh, how I love the scent of blood this late at night."

I made my way to the little girl's room, watching my steps. She was asleep, not a care in the world.

It would be a shame if I were to wake her up... I thought.

I walked up to her bed and poked her in the arm with my bloody knife. She opened her eyes and screamed. I pinned her to the bed as I said to her in a menacing voice, "You wanna see a monster? Now I'm a monster."

"MOMMY! DADDY! HELP ME!" Her screams to her parents were to no avail and she started whimpering.

I brought by knife to her face and made a long cut down to her neck. "I wonder how it feels to choke on your own blood," I asked my self out loud so she could hear. She started struggling when I brought my knife to her neck. I made a swift, deep cut and her eyes widened and she started choking. I stepped back and watched in amusement as the little girl grew weaker and weaker. With all the strength she could muster, she screamed out her last words.

"MOMMY HELP ME!"

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I shot up from the ground, breathing hard and in a cold sweat. I looked at my hands, and they weren't covered in blood. I had to take a walk to calm down.

But that was probably the worst mistake of my life.