"ALICE...ALICE, PLEASE DON'T DO THIS PLEASE...!" my childhood friend Charlotte sobbed as I smiled, a large kitchen knife in my hand.
"But Charlotte, isn't this what we wanted all along... to join the proxy's?" I said feigning confusion.
"No... not anymore, this isn't real they aren't real it's in your head Alice please! Alice I'm your best friend, we're like sisters!" She begged backing away as I crept closer giggling and twisting my knife in the air, jabbing it towards her, earning a small shriek from the mass of trembling flesh.
"T-the voices they say they'll stop once you were all dead." I crowed gesturing to the bodies that lay in pools of blood around the room. They were all my friends, Jason, Christy, Ben, Isabelle, and of course the ringleader of the group, trembling Charlotte.
"Voices? Alice... what voices."
" Don't ask, don't tell dear Charlotte. I know you were only ever my friend because of how I looked. You know how I know that?" I crooned crouching in front of her. I slammed the knife in her hand that was clenched into fist on the floor. She screamed in pain and I swiftly removed the blade from the soft flesh of her palm. I leaned in close to her ear and let out a sigh of irritation. "Shut up! Your quite the cryer aren't you?" I reached up and yanked her hair back pressing the blade slowly into her cheek laughing as she squirmed. Blood poured from the wound thickly, and for a moment I simply eyed the crimson substance.
"Now where was I, before you interrupted me-oh yes that's right. My, dear, dear Charlotte, I know you secretly hate me, because HUN, gossip travels. I know you told Christy, and big mouthed Christy went and told Isabelle, and Isabelle being the little instigator she is, told me. So 'ta-da' darling. I hope for your sake Charlotte, hell doesn't burn you too terribly."
"NO WAI-" she never finished because I brought my blade down into the crown of her head. Her body convulsed, once, twice, a third time before falling still. Blood began to gush from the wound like a scarlet fountain, and when the momentum of the red liquid slowed it's pace of escape, I stood, knife in hand and left my bedroom.
My mother, conveniently enough was away on a business trip and wouldn't be back until the next week. But because I'm 15 and I'm "responsible," she left me $500.00 for the week and a half to eat. I lazily walked into my kitchen my muscles sore from the killing spree I'd just committed. 'Dammit, why did Jason and Ben have to try and stop me! Jesus, I think I pulled something.' I thought bitterly.
I opened the fridge and popped a container of pasta leftovers from the night before into the microwave.
Voices, I thought to myself as I gave snort then a chuckle. 'Whats funny is that she bought it... she thought I was clinically insane! I suppose I am though... I mean I did lure all of my "friends" to my house with the promise of summoning the great murderous Slenderman only to kill them all myself.'
I giggled to myself as my food finished reheating and the smell of tomato sauce and carrots mixed with the rusty smell of blood in the air. I stifled a slight gag, and shook my head. I ate half my bowl of pasta before growing bored. I walked into the living room and flopped onto the couch. Exhausted I fell asleep.