October 29, 2015.

SPOOKTOBER STORY #23:

The Murder Man crouches in the closet, waiting for the sexy teens to come upstairs and do the thing known as sex, so he can murder them with his knives and hands. He can hear them downstairs laughing in a sexy way. His knees hurt from crouching but he knows it will make a better murder if he hides in the closet, instead of just standing in plain sight like an idiot where the sexy teens could see him, which would probably make them run away instead of doing sex together on the bed.

He thinks what he will probably do is: he will use his machete to cut up the boy all at once as a nice surprise and then while he is doing that he will let the girl think she is getting away for a little while but then jump down onto the yard and pin her down with his knee and take off her skin while she is still alive. Then he will probably crucify the bodies for her parents to find when they come home. This is a good murder and the Murder Man smiles when he thinks about it and then he laughs a little too, but quietly so the sexy teens don't hear him. He has done a lot of murder over the years, but he still finds a way to keep it interesting for himself.

The Murder Man thinks about what he will make for dinner and he thinks maybe a nice vegetarian lasagna that will last through the week. He has a lot of fond memories of eating vegetarian lasagnas at his grandma's house, and remembering these memories makes him happy. He pats his grandmother on the cheek lovingly, which he can do because he is wearing her face like a spooky mask. When he made the mask he was sure to stitch her soft old mouth into a smile, because that is how he likes to remember his grandma: always smiling.

Yes, he thinks, I have lived a good long life and have done a lot of nice murders too. I am the Murder Man, that is me, and I have done the best I can with what little I was given. There is a lot of comfort in that.