above. Like any good Slasher story moment, after a minute or two, the girl has to get up and pee, go pee in the cold dark woods.
Guess what? She does.
She slides on her top, which covers her to the tops of her knees, and walks just behind a tree, close enough to see her boyfriend, but far enough away for privacy.
She squats.
A twig breaks.
She turns around to see what made that noise, but seeing nothing, decides to turn around, and finish her task.
Of course it’s nothing, never is. Am I right?
She turns around when she hears it again, and this time gets a knife blade right between the eyes. She goes limp and hangs from the blade for a moment, blood running free, happy to escape the body from the open wound.
The Goodnight Killer pushes her head off the blade, and it sounds like a knife being pulled out of a ripe pumpkin. Her body hits the ground as her boyfriend starts to stir. The boyfriend reaches over for her comfort, and sits up when he doesn’t feel her there. He has but a moment to realize something is wrong when The Goodnight Killer leaps from the woods.
The boy looks up to see this large black shape sailing through the air towards him, blade held high. The boy goes to scream, but The Goodnight Killer ends that noise with the knife by slamming the blade into the boy’s mouth. This blade splits open the boy’s mouth like a jagged smile, ripping and tearing open the tissues of flesh, tearing apart the tongue, busting out teeth as it travels to the back of the boy’s throat. The point of the blade exits the out the back of his skull and pins the boy’s head to the ground. The boy spasms underneath The Goodnight Killer as he pushes the blade as far down as it can go.
The Goodnight Killer removes the blade and stands up. He looks towards the bonfire and hears the party sounds. It is time to set things right.
With determined, but somehow light steps, he leaves the scene; and a moment later arrives at the edge of the party, which is being held inside an open circle in the woods. The Goodnight Killer watches the four stoned youths who the character first encountered at the start of this story. These four are the closest to the woods, closest to the edge of the circle, and closest to death. The Goodnight Killer readies his blade and proceeds forward, popping into the circle of four, wielding his knife blade with precision; needless to say, it’s a circle of carnage.
Screams erupt from the party crowd.
Frank, the character, and whoever can make it out alive, head for safety, as The Goodnight Killer goes about slicing and dicing, killing anything that moves in order to quiet the demon’s in his head.
*
The character follows Frank as he leads him towards the deserted FIVE POINTS CAMP, the direction they all seem to be going in, screaming and running for their lives.
When the character arrives at this camp, something catches his eye. He stops and looks. For sure he’s seeing things, but upon a deeper glance he knows he is seeing right. It is his younger son, and he has just stepped out of view and into one of the cabins. The character heads off towards it, as Frank stops and turns to see where the character is going. It is then and there that he feels something sharp in his back, a twinge of pain that starts to radiate from the lower spine, upward. He feels something warm and knows it is blood without even looking at it.
The Goodnight Killer pushes Frank off the blade and his body hits the ground like a limp rag doll, as the character reaches the cabin. He rips open the door; sure his son will be there, but instead he is tumbling, tumbling out of this story, and back to the spot where he was created.
The Goodnight Killer feels himself pulled and pushed back to the start of the story. Back to where this tale is supposed to begin. Re-played like it is supposed to be each time it is read and re read. He is home, and now he can kill until his heart is filled.
Together 5
The character rolled back into the
Guess what? She does.
She slides on her top, which covers her to the tops of her knees, and walks just behind a tree, close enough to see her boyfriend, but far enough away for privacy.
She squats.
A twig breaks.
She turns around to see what made that noise, but seeing nothing, decides to turn around, and finish her task.
Of course it’s nothing, never is. Am I right?
She turns around when she hears it again, and this time gets a knife blade right between the eyes. She goes limp and hangs from the blade for a moment, blood running free, happy to escape the body from the open wound.
The Goodnight Killer pushes her head off the blade, and it sounds like a knife being pulled out of a ripe pumpkin. Her body hits the ground as her boyfriend starts to stir. The boyfriend reaches over for her comfort, and sits up when he doesn’t feel her there. He has but a moment to realize something is wrong when The Goodnight Killer leaps from the woods.
The boy looks up to see this large black shape sailing through the air towards him, blade held high. The boy goes to scream, but The Goodnight Killer ends that noise with the knife by slamming the blade into the boy’s mouth. This blade splits open the boy’s mouth like a jagged smile, ripping and tearing open the tissues of flesh, tearing apart the tongue, busting out teeth as it travels to the back of the boy’s throat. The point of the blade exits the out the back of his skull and pins the boy’s head to the ground. The boy spasms underneath The Goodnight Killer as he pushes the blade as far down as it can go.
The Goodnight Killer removes the blade and stands up. He looks towards the bonfire and hears the party sounds. It is time to set things right.
With determined, but somehow light steps, he leaves the scene; and a moment later arrives at the edge of the party, which is being held inside an open circle in the woods. The Goodnight Killer watches the four stoned youths who the character first encountered at the start of this story. These four are the closest to the woods, closest to the edge of the circle, and closest to death. The Goodnight Killer readies his blade and proceeds forward, popping into the circle of four, wielding his knife blade with precision; needless to say, it’s a circle of carnage.
Screams erupt from the party crowd.
Frank, the character, and whoever can make it out alive, head for safety, as The Goodnight Killer goes about slicing and dicing, killing anything that moves in order to quiet the demon’s in his head.
*
The character follows Frank as he leads him towards the deserted FIVE POINTS CAMP, the direction they all seem to be going in, screaming and running for their lives.
When the character arrives at this camp, something catches his eye. He stops and looks. For sure he’s seeing things, but upon a deeper glance he knows he is seeing right. It is his younger son, and he has just stepped out of view and into one of the cabins. The character heads off towards it, as Frank stops and turns to see where the character is going. It is then and there that he feels something sharp in his back, a twinge of pain that starts to radiate from the lower spine, upward. He feels something warm and knows it is blood without even looking at it.
The Goodnight Killer pushes Frank off the blade and his body hits the ground like a limp rag doll, as the character reaches the cabin. He rips open the door; sure his son will be there, but instead he is tumbling, tumbling out of this story, and back to the spot where he was created.
The Goodnight Killer feels himself pulled and pushed back to the start of the story. Back to where this tale is supposed to begin. Re-played like it is supposed to be each time it is read and re read. He is home, and now he can kill until his heart is filled.
Together 5
The character rolled back into the
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