Some people say murders are prepared for a reason. But nobody knows why this thing killed everyone. They didn’t know it’s gender. But they did know one thing. This..thing..had a passion. A passion for killing. And it all happened because he watched his father murder his mother.
One Saturday night, a boy named Louis was upstairs in his bedroom trying to sleep. His parents had been fighting all night long and he couldn’t sleep.
That’s when Louis heard screams. Screams coming from downstairs. Louis jumped out of his bed and sat at the stairs, looking at his parents through the banister. In awestruck, Louis watched as his father slit his mothers throat. Kicking her, punching her, stabbing her. Louis started crying hard. He had always thought his mother was going to live forever. Louis ran downstairs and tried pulling his father away from her. But he turned around and stabbed his son in the eye. Louis screamed loudly. As his father pulls the knife out, the eye goes along with it. Blood, pouring directly from Louis’s face. He tried screaming and crying to his father but he wouldn’t listen.
That’s when a feeling went straight through Louis’s body. He grabbed the butcher knife from the kitchen, and slammed it straight into his fathers head. Blood gushes out and pours down the floor.
“You son of a bitch!” Louis screams, and continues shoving the knife into his fathers body.
“You fucking murdered her! You mother fucker!” Louis screams and finishes his father off.
Now, intestines lay all over the floor and blood is splattered onto Louis’s pajamas. He runs over to his mother and cries. She was breathing, but not enough to stay alive.
“Son, h-how could you?” she whispered. Those were her last words until her heart stopped pounding. Suddenly, Louis turns from his little boy figure into a murderer. A grin appears on his face as he walks out of his house and into the dark woods.
Ten years later, Louis is now a seventeen year old boy. He’s out on the loose. Murdering people.
Another Saturday night, Louis heads out into the streets until he finds a teenage girl.
“What’re you doing out here alone?” the girl asked Louis.
“I should be asking you the same thing,” he whispers and grabs her wrist. He drags her into the woods and guts her. But she stll breathes.
“Please! Help!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Louis smirks, grabs the butcher knife, and chops her head off. Pouring alcohol over her body, he throws a lighter at her until she’s fully burning.
And Louis runs.
As fast as he can.
Louis is still out there.
If you ever see him, just call the police. Make sure your windows are locked.
And one word of advice?
Don’t look behind you.
If you dare..