Chapter 3

Across the street, the children ran into the old lady's house. Baby-sitter's house is now pitch-black, unless she is going to call the children. The powering box is right there…. Walk, walk, walking to the powering box. Whoops. The knife cut a hole through the wires. No more telephones for you Baby-sitter. A scream comes from inside the house. Mother runs out onto the front lawn. "Laurie! Laurie!" she is frantic over this girl. She runs back into the house. Someone really needs to shut her up.

Walking, Walking, Walking… BANG! A gun bullet is shot in the back of the gun-bullet-proof vest in the back. That is really starting to irritate. It's Baldie again. He needs to go die. A knife would do the trick. A bad, beaten, bloody knife…

Baldie fires again. He intakes a gasp of air and runs towards his car. I beat him to the punch. He runs into the car and locks the doors. He looks over at me and lets out his last breath of life – his last blood-curling scream.

The knife enters his police uniform. Blood comes flowing out. The knife is stabbing his abdomen over and over and over again. Blood is racing out of his heart at ninety miles per hour. Baldie lets out one attempted cry of desperation and then he is a living person no more. The knife is caked with dried blood. The car seat is devoured in red and the window is all blood spatters.

Mother is next. Walk into her house, slip in the front door, and then get her unexpectantly. Simple. But she is different – she can be toyed and played with before. Walk to her house… she left the front door open and unlocked. She is as stupid as she appears. Creep in… Mother walks by. She needs a good scare… Walk just behind her. My gloves touch her hair. Before she whips around and lets out a cry I am in the linen closet out of sight.

She runs downstairs and tries to get out of the front door… but someone beat her to the punch and disabled the door. She frantically tries the back. It is no better than the front. The windows are boarded with blankets over them. I do my job well.

She is in the middle of the 'living' room. Creep up behind her and stab. She sits in the middle of the room crying like a little toddler. "Please! Please!" She begs. She is extremely annoying… she makes a morbid choking noise as the knife seeps into her. She falls to the floor in an instant and makes noises like a dying cat. Is she going to Meow! now? The puddle of blood on the floor is fine artwork right there. Too bad there's not a camera around. Sirens are going. Better flee. Time to go and find Laurie.

Now, which house did she seek a refuge in? She has obviously left the old lady's house and those children that she was "protecting" are long gone to the police station… There are twelve - wait! Fourteen houses up and down this fugly street. It starts at house number one.

Sirens are coming closer… da, dah, dee dum. Time to walk around for a bit and come back later. An ambulance comes. Baldie is getting loaded into the back of the truck. "He's alive… pulse…breathing…make it." A Peramedic is hollering. What? Anger enrages me. He was dead! He must be dead! I will finish him off!

Walk down the street. Steal that green car and follow Baldie. "Hold it. You can't take the car." An innocent civilian challenging me? Ha! This will be a breeze. I walk up to this "hero" and stab his guts out. His pain helps calm me down. His pain is pleasure.

His corpse is laying in the street for the world to see. I just walk away. Bust open the car door window. Get in the car. The moron who owns this piece of junk left the keys in the ignition. Drive after the ambulance. Drive, Drive, Drive…

This music plays from a box in the car. Annoying! Punch the box, and the music dies. Drive, Drive, Drive… the Ambulance is pulling up to a "hospital". Brings back bad memories. Nothing to do but wait in the car until Baldie comes out… and plan.