The frozen wind blew past my face. Wind flew into the air. I struggled through the thick snow. I was walking home from the annual Friday Night party. All of a sudden this blizzard came and fell onto me. I was a few blocks from my house. I wasn't scared. Until I heard that sound. Craaack. Craaack. A crackling kind of sound echoed through the streets. The kind of crackle that comes from when you bend your fingers or neck. Craack. I was walking faster now, paranoia getting to me. That was when I saw him. He was wearing a hoodie with a blood splatter on it.
He had brown hair that stuck out in every direction. Orange goggles covered his eyes. he had two hatchets, one in each hand. Each one had blood sprayed onto it. He tilted his head to the side. Craaaaack. I was running now. He calmly walked at a slow pace towards me. I ran as fast as I could. The freezing wind threw snow in my face. I looked behind me, and screamed, as he was just mere feet away from me. He twitched and raised the hatchet. he slammed it down onto me. Blood spurted from my foot. Horrible pain shot up my leg.
Some of my blood splattered on my face. He giggled when my blood splattered on his face. Craaack. I was screaming now. I fell over. He lifted his hatchet and slammed it down onto me. Blood went everywhere. My bloodcurdling screams echoed up and down the street. He laughed like a maniac. I somehow managed to get up and hop away. He calmly walked towards me. Excruciating pain swallowed me up.
"Help!!! Anyone!!! HELP ME!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
"Shhhh" He hushed towards me.
I fall over and roll into the ditch near by. I crashed into the ice at the bottom. The man twitched and walked down towards me. "Shh, it will all be over soon," he persuaded. I screamed at the top of my lungs. He lifted his hatchet and brought it down into my stomach. Blood splatter all over the place. Blood splattered over his goggles. He giggled and bung his other hatchet up and sliced my leg open. Blood spilled from my leg. My voice cracked. And then my screaming stopped. My voice was gone.
He then whispered, "It will be over soon," and bung the hatchet up and it cut into my chest.
The last thing I saw was his blood-splattered orange goggles. Then everything went black.
The Smiling Killer
· Mon Jun 09, 2014 @ 12:38am · 0 Comments