My first attempt at writing horror.
I dont think you truly understand fear till it leaves you.
The cold feeling that leaves you weak in the knees…..the feeling of pure and utter Paranoia.
For me, it started when I shot my friend
Its not that weird actually. We got into a fight, I was overcome by a surge of rage, and i pulled the trigger.
Then she fell ….her eyes fixated on my face, and a look of shock stretched beautifully on her pretty face.
I decided that this would be the perfect time to do a self assessment on fear.
I kept saying to myself that its not true. Probably a bad nightmare…..of course! It had to be!
I never…loose control……
Then why, does it feel……so real??
She always did this, blame me for things i didnt do…she gets on my nerves! Makes me do terrible things….its her fuckin fault!!
(As a trickle of blood falls down her forehead, i start to tear up.)
I am so sorry….i wasnt thinking straight!
Please…please , come back?
Dont do this to me……pleaaaseee!!!
I cant live with this….
I am not a murderer!!!!!
I should kil myself….i dont deserve to live, after what ive done….
( Pull the gun towards me)
I deserve hell!
( Crying heavily)
She looks so beautiful…..the red suits her.
It was her favorite color, after all.
It looks like she’s smiling!
I wonder if she likes this….her face covered in red?
I wonder if other’s will like this…..
She always talked about painting the world red…
You know…..i just want her to be happy.
Thats what I’ll do
Im gonna paint the world red!!
She’ll like that wont she ?
SHE’L LIKE THAT WON’T SHE ?
News Flash- A 60 year old madman was caught by the police at 5:40 a.m as he was trying to murder a woman.
On further investigation – he was revealed to be a serial killer who had killed 156 victims, all women, and all of the same age and body type.
After breaking into his house, the police found the walls of his house covered in cryptic messages seemingly written in the blood of his victims…..
One message that was written again and again was-
FOLLOW THE RED