Nothing was amiss except for the chilly air in my room and that there were chains and stuff everywhere. The Cenobites are here. I thought to myself as they appeared near my door.

"What now?" I asked dully.

"How many souls do you have to offer after her?" asked the man with pins in his head. I thought about it for a moment.

"I'm not sure. There's a lot of people I don't like in my school. Does that answer your quetion?" He started chuckling, giving my the idea that he's more than happy with my answer.

Suddenly, my cell phone rang on my night stand. I didn't bother to bring it with me so I left it here. I picked it up and saw that Samantha was calling.

"Who is it?" asked the leader.

"It's my girlfriend, Samantha." I answered to hear her yelling at me loudly.

"Korey Alkins! What the hell have you been doing this whole hour? I've tried calling you ten times and you didn't pick up on any of my calls! What have you been doing?" Thank goodness I didn't keep it to my ear, I would've gone deaf.

"Should we kill her?" the leader asked.

"No!" I hissed at him, "I'll handle this!"

"Korey!" she continued to yell, "Who was that? Who do you have over there?"

"Samantha! I just had the tv up loud! Let me explain!" So, for about two minutes, I had to explain the whole "incident" with my hand and that I had to be at the hospital for a good while. Okay, half of that was a lie. Although, if I told her about what I'm doing now, she may need to be killed. Well, let's just say Samantha can't keep something like this a secret for very long.

"Oh, I'm sorry, babe," she said after I finished explaining, "Are you still no good for that movie tonight?"

"I don't think so. Sorry I ruined our aniversary."

"That's okay. Did you solve that box yet?" Oh, crap. The very object that got me into this whole mess. If she knows it's been solved, she might get hurt.

"No. I didn't get the chance to solve it yet. Maybe when my hand gets better I'll figure it out."

"Okay. I'll let you rest now. Bye.

"Bye." I hung up and put the phone on my night stand. That was close.

"We'll be awaiting for our next sinner tomorrow, Korey."

"Hey, how do you know my name?"

"I know everything about you just by reading your thoughts." Okay, that's nice to just read my thoughts without my permission. Wait, what the hell am I talking about? Shit! Nevermind!

"Okay...Do you guys have names?"

"Yes. My name is Pinhead, this is Female," he pointed at the one that looked like a girl, "That's Butterball," he pointed to the one that was huge and had on sun glasses, "And this is Chatterer," he pointed to the guy with his mouth exposed by wires.

"All right. At least I know what to call you now."

"Good night," Pinhead muttered before he and the others disappeared.

"Yeah, good night." I went into the bathroom, took a shower, cleaned my wound, and went to bed. I had no idea how I was going to continue letting these people kill my enemies without me getting caught. I'll be screwed if the police find out and then put me in jail for who knows how long. I guess it can't be helped.

The next day was just like any other except for two things. First, of course, that I have four blood thirsty Cenobites following me around. Second, school was closed from the two murders of Rosa and that guy she was waiting for. Other than those two things, everything else was pretty normal.

Samantha kept calling me and telling me what happened. It's annoying to act like your shocked or surprised about something you no longer care about. Yeah, that sounded pretty sadistic and mean right there but what do I care? Right now, all I care about is trying to find a way to get out of the house. My parents aren't letting me out of their sight since I just "acidentally cut my hand open."

So, that night, I snuck out again and walked to the video store I worked at. There, a guy that worked with me was another person I hated. His name was Ken and he's a pervert. Every time a young teenaged girl or woman walked in, he'd look at them and tell me disgusting things. I threatened to tell the boss about what he does but he's not scared. Plus, I knew he'd continue to do it even after he was out of my hair. He was one of those that needed to die.

I walked in and I casually went to my favorite section in the store: The horror movies. Not that I was actually looking forward to watching a certain movie this time. I was here on serious business and the guy I was going to punish was here as expected.

Ken was just sitting there looking at a magazine of some sort, not paying attention to his surroundings. I watched him in the corner of my eyes while reading over several scary movies. Nothing suspicious was going on and I decided to pull a random movie out and rent it, maybe lure him out somehow.

But then, a woman came in with her teenaged daughter. The mother didn't look half bad but the teenaged girl, a girl I saw at my school but didn't really talk to, was quite pretty. Ken noticed instantly and started smiling. Time to make my move.

I walked up to the desk and slipped the movie towards his way. He came half way out of his spell and looked suspiciously at the movie I picked out.

"Korey," he said, "Didn't you already rent this twice?"

"Yeah. Is that a problem?"

"No. I just never saw you rent a movie more than two times."

"Oh, speaking of movies. The pornos in the very back are pretty messed up."

"You're interested in porn now? Way to go, Korey."

"Shut up! That's not it. The boss told me about it but it's not my shift anymore." In agitation, Ken put down his magazine and went to the back where the porn videos were. He couldn't say I was lying because I peeked at the porn section while checking out the horror movies. The two sections aren't that far away from each other at all. Plus, Ken can't say anything since he was too busy burying his nose in that magazine.

I followed him to the back which had a curtain over it to sheild away from any minors. Our shop is very weird. Any adult movies are either separated from ratings and genres or they're placed in the very back with a curtain over the doorway. There's also a sign over it that says, "NO MINORS ALLOWED." Weird, yes. But helpful? Oh, hell yes.

As soon as Ken and I were behind the curtain, he started sorting the rows for a bit until he realized I was back there.

"Hey, you do realize that you're not supose to be back here, right?"

"You do know the consequences of peeping or molesting, don't you?"

"Excuse me?" He may be fat, but this guy can be pretty strong.

"You heard me. You know what happens to people like you, right?"

"You've got some mouth, kid. No one's going to listen to you anyways."

"Oh, I'm not going to turn you in, Ken."

"Then what are you going to do?" I was quiet for a little bit, letting the sicko think he's got the best of me. I looked down at the ground, not wanting him to see my smile.

"That's what I though. Now get out."

"Cenobites, I have another sinner for you," I said while laughing like a mad man again. He turned around and soon saw the freaky smile on my face and the Cenobites behind me.

"Who the hell are these guys and how did they get here?"

"You're almost the worst ones we've had to torture," Pinhead commented on him, "This should be entertaining." He moved his hand and four hooks came out, each hooking themselves into Ken's hands and feet.

"What the hell's going on?" Ken shouted, trying to get the hooks off but failing miserably. The hooks were starting to really tear through his thick hands and feet.

Suddenly, Chatterer pushed me into the wall opposite of the video rack. I could see a little of what was going on but not much. All I could make out was that they were cutting Ken up deeply like a cow and removing his organs. What would be so disturbing to the normal human being is that Ken was still alive through this whole process. I heard him screaming in such pain and agony.

Eventually, after much blood loss, serious gashes, and several removed internal organs, he died. Ken, the pervert I worked with in the video store was finally dead.

I had no idea where those girls went because they were gone when I came out of the room. The Cenobites were already gone, so no worries if they were seen. I'm just concerned if they think I'm the one who killed him.

I walked back home and was soon alerted about the murder at the video store. The cops called my parents because the teenaged girl saw me walk out of there and decided to call them. And, if it's not obvious enough, tomorrow the cops are going to question me about what happened. I just hope I don't start laughing uncontrolable while explaining the murder I barely saw.