Halloween
Let me tell you a story. This story takes place ten years ago on a cold dark halloween night.
First let me introduce myself, I am Matthew Williams or Matthew Kirkland-Bonnefoy at the time my story happens. I'm adopted you see. But my name doesn't matter,you are here for a tale so allow me to begin it.
In 2006 I was fifteen years old and in charge of handing put candy that years Halloween. One of my dads,Arthur had some emergency meeting for work leaving Papa or Francis (my other dad) to take out my brother Alfred (who was 13 at the time) and our newly adopted sister Michelle (age 9) trick or treating. I however didn't mind, I'd much rather stay home and eat the chocolate I want.
It was around 9:00 pm and I was sitting on our front porch enjoying the cool autumn air,in my lap was a bowl of chocolate bars. The trick or treater load had been small this year,leaving a far amount of candy left over. The night was still without a sound. But that moment of peace was short lived,as a police siren began blasting across the night. Red and blue lights flashed in my vision as the car raced down my street in a hurry. I tell you now my heart beat began to rise. Each pulse getting louder and faster then the last, and as soon as the car came it left. However I had felt no case of security, immediately I released the bowl of sweets and dashed inside. Heart beat still pounding in my ear.
My feet thundered against out hardwood floors. Not wasting a second I dove for my bedroom and didn't hesitate to turn on the small television set I had in my room. The news channel is what showed up first. I carefully observed the broadcast for a few minutes gathering all the information I could. The results were...surprising. Supposedly a large car crash happened at a major intersection. Police determined the cause to be from a few vehicles swerving to avoid...a dead child.
I personally couldn't care less about the car accident. What matters was the dead giraffe dressed little child. A neighbourhood trick or treater. The police had no identification of the child for how mutilated the face was,but I knew. The child was named Peter,his cause of death was also unknown I however knew. Little Peter was murdered and the killer was never caught.
Sorry,I should have warned you my tale was sad. But its the truth, the killer of Peter,Hutt,Leon,Emil,Erika,Ludwig,Natalya,Antonio and Feliks was never found. I intend to keep it that way. I worked hard to end those nine,this year will be my tenth. That young Vargas boy, Romeo seems perfect. My brother Alfred will be coming home tomorrow complaining how William Killer struck again. It is what he is calling this murderer, the idea came from how I am never noticed much like the killer. Funny how my brother hasn't made the connection yet.
A/N: Should I make this a series on short horror stories for Hetalia? Let me know what your thoughts were! And sorry for any OOCness, I haven't written for Hetalia in a while.