Stalker

He crept into the home of a man he did not know. He would soon come to be known as the Stalker.

The Stalker crept into Ed Jones’ home.

Ed was an old man. He lived alone with only his cat Jenkins to keep him company. The Stalker snuck into Ed’s kitchen where he grabbed a meat cleaver. He snuck up the stairs while the beautiful blade of the cleaver glistened in the pale moon light. His gloved hand gripped the banister as he slithered up the steps drawing ever closer to his victim. He stopped at the top of the stairs when he heard the old man cough. He stood frozen for an hour or so waiting till he was certain that the old man was sound asleep before he dared to move. Finally the Stalker crept into the bedroom. He snuck over to the bed and he raised his meat cleaver high in the air. The old man’s face was illuminated just a tad in the cold moon light.

The stalker sliced into of the old man’s knees with the sharp blade of the cleaver. The old man screamed and fell out of bed. He struggled to pull himself up by grabbing onto his bed spread but the Stalker clamped his left hand on the back of his victim’s neck. With his right hand the Stalker severed the leg completely off the bone and then proceeded to chop off the other. The old man screamed in Hellish agony but the Stalker just laughed maniacally. The killer was in his element now.

Nothing put a smile on his face like torturing and killing a fellow human being. He did not kill animals though. It was not that he was objectionable to the act due to a sense of morality he just did not feel they were human enough for him to truly enjoy their torture and eventual dying off at his wicked hand.

He severed the old man’s right and then left arm as well. The left arm was tougher to slice through. The bone where the arm hinges was especially resilient. The bone would not give way right away. The Stalker quit laughing as he started growling. His brown eyes appeared almost black and they looked quite sinister in the cold moon light’s erotic glow. Finally the bone gave way and made a crunching sound like a thousand chicken bones snapping all at once. The old man’s screams reverberated throughout the house.

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Finally the screaming annoyed the Stalker so he removed the old man’s sock from one of his feet that was attached to a severed leg and quickly jammed the sock into the old man’s mouth to gag him. He shoved the sock too deeply down his throat so that he could not just spit the sock out but not so far that he would choke to death. He wanted the old man to suffer. The blood gushed out of the old man’s severed arm and leg stumps. The old man’s eyes eventually rolled back into his head and he stopped breathing. The Stalker dipped his second finger and index finger into a puddle of blood and smeared a nasty message on the walls. “I am the Stalker; Catch me if you can!”

He wore no mask unless a shaggy beard would account for a mask. His black hair hung past his shoulders. His hands shook from adrenaline and he felt he was on the verge of hyperventilation.

Stalker: Calm down Stalker you must not let your emotions get the better of you old boy

The stalker did not run but he did drop the bloody cleaver. He did grab a trash bag from under the sink in the old man’s kitchen. A few blocks away lived Alice Crow. She was seventeen and she was babysitting a little girl named Chelsea.

It was Halloween night and right across the street a couple of naughty teens made out while watching a horror film. No one heard the scraping of the Stalker’s fingers on the windowsill. He snuck in through the kitchen door. The boy’s name was Luke and the girl’s name was Gina. Gina pulled Luke’s member out and gently stroked it. Her somewhat ample breasts jiggled in her low cut shirt as she stroked her boyfriend’s cock. She did not get the best grades in school nor was she the most gifted athletically on her softball team but her hand jobs were legendary as a third of the junior class at Walter Hobbs High School could attest to. Even the school janitor Juan and Gina’s mother’s pool boy could attest to her unusual gift for hand job giving. Finally Luke reached climax and Gina licked the fluid off her hand.

She went to into the kitchen to wash her hands. She heard a cat meowing just outside her kitchen door. After she washed her hands and dried them off on a dish towel Gina walked outside and she found a tape recorder. The recorder was making the cat noises. She saw a squished up cat lying in the grass. Its entrails where wrapped around the creature’s neck.

Suddenly from behind her the Stalker wrapped the trash bag around the head of the concerned girl. She vomited inside the bag and some vomit became lodged in her own throat and she choked to death on her own vomit. The Stalker waited until the body went limp before tossing the corpse to the ground.

The Stalker vanished down a darkened alley. When Luke discovered the body he tried calling the police but the phone line had been cut. Luke raced over to Alice’s house and he pounded on the front door.

Alice flung open the front door and revealed a bewildered and terrified Luke standing on her front porch. His hands were trembling and his face was ashen.

Alice: Luke for God’s sakes what’s wrong?

Luke: Gina’s dead.

Alice’s blue eyes reflected all the sadness in the whole world at the precise moment that this bit of vile news raped her eardrums. Alice grabbed Luke by the front of his short and pulled him inside her house.

Alice leaned in and whispered to Luke.

Alice: Did you kill Gina?

Luke’s green eyes filled with hurt and anger. “No of course I didn’t kill my girlfriend how can you even ask me that?” Luke’s eyes flashed wildly as he spoke.

“Don’t get angry I just found it suspicious that you two were alone and now suddenly she is dead; the whole thing is just so bizarre what happened to Gina?” Alice’s voice quivered a bit as her gaze fell to her own feet. ‘’Can I use your phone?” Luke asked.

Alice nodded. ‘’It’s right in the kitchen.’’ Alice pointed.

Chelsea raced down the steps. She was wearing a long pink shirt and a pair of white shorts with purple, polka dots all over them. She had large, almond shaped, expressive brown eyes that twinkled in the glow of the lamp light. ‘’Alice there’s a man in my room with blood all over his shirt.’’ Chelsea complained. Alice felt the strength run out of her legs. Her face turned very white. “Sweetie what was the man with blood on his shirt doing?” Alice asked.

“He was hiding in my closet.” Chelsea whispered.

The only weapon Alice could find to defend herself with was a fire extinguisher. She grabbed it and she climbed up the stairs while Chelsea grabbed onto the back of her babysitter’s shirt. Of course no one could be found. The girls heard a scream emanating from the kitchen. The girls raced the stairs and what they found horrified and disgusted them. Luke was dead. A butcher knife was sticking out of his eye socket. Chelsea buried her face into her babysitter’s stomach and Alice cupped a hand over her mouth to hide her revulsion.

Alice screamed when she saw the Stalker remove the knife from Luke’s skull. He brandished it menacingly at her Chelsea screamed and ran and hid behind the sofa. With all her might Alice swung the fire extinguisher at the Stalker’s skull. It made a loud crunching sound as it slammed into the maniac’s head. The Stalker fell to the ground and the force in which she had swung the fire extinguisher was so great she fell on top of the Stalker. The knife fell to the floor. He looked into Alice’s eyes and smiled.

Stalker: You’ll never kill me bitch; I’ll haunt your dreams.

The police rushed inside the kitchen. Alice screamed when she saw the body of the Stalker was missing.

There was a trail of blood that, lead out the back door. She also noticed the knife was gone. A frosted haired, semi- youthful, police officer yelled

Officer: Get down!

There was a total of five police officers total and they all gunned down the Stalker who was now wielding his butcher knife once again. After the guns had finished smoking and the cops and paramedics all went home Chelsea’s parents picked up their daughter. The mother and father were so grateful they chipped in two hundred extra dollars to give to Alice for her heroics as a babysitter.

Right before heading off to sleep Alice heard the voice of the Stalker repeat the same phrase over and over again.

Stalker’s voice: You can’t kill me bitch; I’ll haunt your dreams.

Sure enough in her nightmare she saw the Stalker grinning at her while brandishing a butcher knife.

Alice: Shit.