Birthday to remember
Every night there is a man who stands outside my window and watches me lay in my bed for hours. I know he wants to come inside my room and I wonder what he would do if he ever got in. Does he want to have his way with me? Does he want to kill me? I wonder what fantasies he thinks about every day. I have an overbearingly hunger to watch someone take their last breath while I strangle them to death. I think I will kill someone when the time is right.
I made my father get me a night light because I told him I was scared of the dark but I’m not, I really like the dark because it reminds me of my soul. It’s the night of my birthday and I made my older sister sleep in the bed with me by telling her I am scared of the dark. As soon as she fell asleep I got on top of her and began strangling her. My hands are so tight around her neck while I viciously shake her head up and down trying to cause her brain to bleed internally before choking her to death. Good thing I have that new night light just so I could look into her eyes and have her know I was the reason she was going to die, with a smile on my face.
Yet oddly I wasn’t satisfied because there was no blood coming out of her body. I left open my window tonight and the man climbed into my window right into my trap. He got in the bed with my dead sister, I came out the closet and slit his throat from behind him, damn near cut off his head. While watching all that blood spew out of his body; it was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. It reminded me of a chocolate fountain spewing a whole lot of chocolate, but it looked like blood. I wanted to taste his delicious looking blood so bad but I wasn’t sure if he had clean blood, I couldn’t risk catching anything. At least I popped a bag of popcorn to enjoy the blood show.
Later I told my parents I killed the man who was hurting my sister and they believed me. I mean, who would suspect a little 12 year old girl for planning both of their deaths. Killed two people and got away with it... This will be a birthday to remember. I think next time I want to hear a cry for help before I collect another soul. I bet that would be even cooler.