Stalker
#1 of Short Stories
I actually really enjoyed writing this. Hope you enjoy reading it.
The girl's funeral. Her black hair, silken and still, crowned upon her pale face, justifying her beauty, the moonlight shining down on the mourners, played across her face. The marks of the cause. How could this have happened? How could the killer enter the room, drain her of blood and leave, without making a sound? And without anyone noticing in the heat of a party?
Entry 1: I bought this after some consideration, to keep record of my kills...
The alarm's shrill ringing, jolted her awake. It sounded and felt like a jackhammer reverberating around her skull. A hangover. Groaning in the realisation that she had drunk to much last night. Groaning again she slammed the alarm, and grudgingly crawled out of bed, putting on her dressing and went to make herself a cup of coffee.
Entry 2: I saw one girl, last night, god she looked...delicious. Long black hair, bright blue eyes. Her lips were like a rose, so beautiful. She wore a full black dress, surrounded by friends dressed alike. This made me think, I used to be like them, then I lost my train of thought, sound filled my ear; the music had started. Aggravated, I left, I will find her. Now I'm searching...
Jackie, which is her name, had just started putting the milk in her coffee, when she heard a sound. A rustling. A thump. Frowning, she went to the kitchen window. The leaves, fallen from the tree last autumn, scattered wildly, everywhere as if someone had run from the inside of the pile. Disturbed and confused, she returned to her coffee.
Entry 3: I have just returned. Almost caught. Wait I'm burnt. Back. Hiding. I found her house. A tree in the garden. Perfect I thought, waiting I saw her walk downstairs, and put a kettle on the stove. Grinning, she's an easy target. I decided. Suddenly, a shrill sound. The kettle was boiling, startled by the sound, I fell from the tree. Trying to regain my senses I ran in a blind direction. I will have aroused her suspicion. I will have to attack. Tonight. I am now returning, to plan, and watch.
Still pondering what had happened, she sat down, and turned on the television. Quickly distracted by the show, she forgot about the incident in her garden. She turned off the television; she decided to go and decide what to wear fir the second party. The last party, would be hosted at her own house. Opening her wardrobe and with a quick glance decided to where a dress, pushing through the clothes she retrieved her five favourite and laid them on the bed. A strapless, lace and satin dress, red and black, with a fake black rose in the centre of the bust. A full length plain black satin dress, without checking the other she decided: that one.
Entry 4: When I saw her, she was in her room looking through clothes, deciding on a dress. When she picked one, she walked over to the window and closed the curtains. Smiling to myself, I left.
After trying on her dress, Jackie put on her make up and, styled her hair. Looking at the, time it was now 3 O'clock, time for a quick sandwich and then she would put up the Halloween decorations The party. Food was on the table, the music was booming. People were dancing, drinking and talking to each other. Smiling to herself, it was 9 O'clock the party was already in full swing and going very well, sure one or two people had come un-invited, but they were and weren't causing any harm, just talking and making friends. She walked into the empty kitchen to get another drink out of the fridge. One person followed. This was the last anyone saw of either of them: until another person, walked in and screamed.
Entry 5: I went to her party, earplugs in to muffle the music, donning some human clothes. When she left the room, I followed, covering her mouth. I sunk my teeth into her neck, drain her of every drop of her delicious blood. Laying her on the floor, I opened the window, closed it behind me, and fled a great smile on my face, and a sense of satisfaction in the kill.