A cruel smile spreads across his lips as he cuts off his victim's lingering scream of agonized terror.
Silence blankets the room. There is an icy chill in the air as the smell of death fills all five of his senses.
(Fresh)Blood has been splattered all over the floor, soaked into the wood, turning it the same scarlet as the essence of life itself.
And it's all just so...beautiful, he thinks as he steps back to appraise his work.
Life is an orchestra, humans are the instruments, and the knife is his conductor's wand.
The weapon is clenched tightly in his pale hand, dripping blood.
A deranged look shimmers in his eyes as he lifts the body and drags it up the stairs, leaving a trail of red behind him.
Outside he goes, where a hole awaits the arrival of its newest inhabitant in the back yard.
He tosses the corpse in and replaces the missing earth atop it.
It feels good to be home, he says to himself, humming a cheery tune as he finishes up his task.
And with a giddy spring in his step, Johnny C. turns round and skips back to his basement.
Moments later, the screaming begins again...