A Murder Most Foul –Night Fright- Intro
Screams echoed through the forest. The man grinned as blood splattered across his face. No one heard them sob and beg for mercy. No one would report anything even if they did hear. It was a perk to him being who he was. He'd kill them, dump the bodies, cleanup, go to work, and then pick his next victims. It was a repeating cycle. It kept him entertained. They called him The Ripper, mainly because he left the bodies in pieces. It was lonely and he never had anyone to witness his killings. No horrified faces to entertain him afterwards.
The Leader would probably snap at him if he left witnesses anyway. After all, the man was very recognizable. Once you saw him, you never forgot him. It almost made him laugh at how the woman started to say she wouldn't tell anyone what happened. She was a liar. He didn't like liars. Liars needed to die painful deaths. She would die a painful death. He'd make sure of it.
Her husband had long since stopped breathing and his blood was everywhere. That would be hard to clean up, he grew angry. He decided to blame the wife. Wives should know how to keep things clean. She didn't know how to keep things clean.
"I shoulda' killed ya' first," he said down to the sobbing woman.
"Please! I have a daughter that I need to get home to! Let me go!" she begged.
"Daughter? Is she better at keeping things clean than you?" he asked glaring down at her. She kept sobbing it was getting annoying. "Not going to answer? Perhaps I should go pick her up, show her your dead bodies. How do you think she'll react when I tell her to clean it all up?"
"No! Don't! Please!" she pleaded.
"Why not? I've gotten so very lonesome, it'd be nice ta' have some company," he purred, enjoying the tormented look on her face. "Do you think she'll scream and cry?"
"Leave her alone you monster!" she screamed.
"Callin' me names, I was jus' kiddin' before. Now I will go and get her. But first, I gotta' get rid of that tongue of yours," he said grabbing her by the hair and dragging her over to where a bloody knife lay on a metal table.
The girl watched the door waiting for her parents to come home. They should have been back by now. The babysitter had gone to call them and see where they were. She picked up the mini brush and started to brush her dolls hair, not wanting to think about her late parents. They were never late, never. I heard the doorbell ring.
"Coming!" the Babysitter called hanging up the phone. "How may I help you?" The little girl walked out of the living room and looked at the door. A pale thin man stood in the doorway talking to her babysitter. Neat silver hair and sharp features spoke to my babysitter. He handed the babysitter money and she grabbed her coat. The girl walked toward him.
"Who are you?" she asked staring up at him.
"Isn't it polite to give your name first?" he asked.
"You're intruding in my home."
"True." His grin was stretched out and he looked like a Cheshire cat.
"Yuna, I have to go. He'll watch you until your parents come home. I'll see you later," the babysitter said to the little five year old.
"Who is he?" Yuna asked to blonde haired girl who was about to leave.
"I don't know. Your parents sent him to watch you."
"How do you know?"
"He gave me your mothers watch to prove it. I have to go." With that, she left shutting the door behind her.
"Somethin' wrong?" the tall stranger asked.
"Mom doesn't give anyone her watch no matter what. Who are you?" Yuna asked. His grin stretched.
"Smart girl. Nothin' you can do about what's gonna' happen though."
"What's going to happen?" Yuna asked.
"Say bye to your home," he snickered as a sudden pain seared through my skull and everything went black.