"Time to go to sleep, Timothy," your mom tells you at 11:00 P.M.
You've been non-stop with reading those scary stories on the internet. Of course, you don't listen, being the rebellious teenager you are. Your eyes are glued to the screen for the next three hours.
'What was that?' you think, but then disregard the noise. Probably just some bug or pesky rodent running on the floorboards. You begin to get drowsy, after all, you've been awake all this time. Deciding it's time to call it a night, you set the laptop on the floor. You then descend into a deep slumber, only to find it would be your last.
Yes, I recall the news reporter calling it; "The Mystery of the Decade," as your body was never found. But who was the killer? Well, none other than me. I mean, who else could devise such a cunning plan? If I do say so myself. I waited and lurched around the corners, waiting for that one, perfect moment to take my strike. When you finally fell asleep, that was my queue.
I took my knife, and received that oh-so satisfying crunch of chopping at a neck as the head rolled to the floor. But I wasn't finished, no no no, that was only the beginning, after all, no body parts were found. First, the arms, ripped easily as the tendons snapped off. Then, the legs were cut off, leaving only your pathetic torso. Now for the difficult part, hiding all the body parts, I couldn't just put them under the floorboards, no, that's an amateur move. After all, the stench of your rotting flesh would become very present within the household. So, I saw your backpack and started stuffing them all inside, no one would expect a body to be in there from a distance. I also took your hoodie, so if someone saw me, they'd just think it was you, you rebel.
And that's all that was to it. I'm sure the police are searching for me, but they're too late. I'm already finding the next victim as we speak. Oh, why the long face, now? You had it coming. Oh, what do you know? You're just a head.
Steel, The Mark of Insanity 07:06, June 20, 2014 (UTC)