A long time ago, I was just riding my bike in my favorite place to ride my bike. As it happens, a rock decided to trip my bike up.
As I crashed to earth, did a somersault and lay there, badly hurting myself badly hurting myself. I lay there for a good long time, and drifted into a world called ‘Unconscious’.
I screamed. That’s all i could do as a monster scratched my back mercilessly. I felt long, black claws dig into my spine. Blood splattered allover the the monsters already red skin. Its yellow eyes gleamed with the delight of my pain. It laughed an evil, unfeeling laugh. I was trying to get up from the darkness but the thing was sitting on my back, pining my arms and legs to the ground with ease.
The world around me was pitch black. yet I could see everything. And that was nothing.
I was experiencing the Back Ripper. I heard stories about this thing, but I passed them off as just stories, but here I was, waiting for death. But just as I was about to pass away I somehow healed. I felt like Prometheus and the Eagle!
All of a sudden, the thing stopped and got off me. It seemed sad now.
“Bye kid, I’m sorry but it seems our play date has been cut short. But don’t worry, soon we’ll be able to play for real!” It said. By the voice, I decided it was male.
He wore a business suit but instead of being very formal, it seemed unnerving. He smiled, revealing bloodstained human teeth. His skin was red, fresh with new blood.
But what was unnerving about the suit was that it was clean. Not a droplet of blood was on it. And I felt TONS of blood draining from my body. He looked like the devil, but he wasn’t. He was to hideous to be the devil.
Skin was peeling from his body in various places. Worst of all, he seemed as though he noticed, but didn’t care. He grabbed a piece of skin and ripped it of himself, revealing another bit of raw flesh.
He turned his attention to me again and waved goodbye. I then turned and ran towards a door with a red cross.
I woke up in a hospital with my parents staring at me.
“You’re alive!” My dad said.
“We were so worried! You nearly died on us a couple of times.” My mum siad as she hugged me. I was alive! And away from the Back Ripper.
I stayed a few more nights in hospital and then came home. My dog barked happily and my cats and kitten swarmed me.
As I slept, A shadow passed over my door. It crept closer and closer, swinging a piece of fabric.
“Hey kid, how about we continue our game! I liked that game, and you did to. Didn’t you?” Be fore I could reply, he grabbed me roughly.
“Let’s go to my home! That we can have fun forever! Let’s resume or game of back drawing!” He whispered in my ear as he prepared to gag me.
Luckily, I had gotten over my panic, and yelled out “Mummy! Daddy! A man’s in my room!”
A look of anger passed over the Back Rippers face.”No! Don’t you want to play games? After we can do whatever you like! In fact, I brought some thing for you to eat.” He held out a tempting piece of chocolate cake, my favorite type of cake. How the heck did he know my favorite type of cake?
“Come on Miranda! come with me!” He spoke in such a reassuring voice.
And he offered me cake! Cake I’m telling you! In fact, he sounded so reassuring I almost forgot about the last time we played ‘The back drawing game’.
However I yelled even louder “MUMMY! DADDY! HELP!!!” I screamed at the top of my voice.
I heard thumps coming up the stairs.
“I’ll get you one day Miranda. And don’t you forget it! I’ll make sure of it.” The Back Ripper growled, then jumped out my window.
Later I slept in my mum and dad’s bed.
The next mourning, I went to my room warily. My window was smashed. And on my pillow, a knife covered in blood was on my pillow. My parents and pets were all alive, so who’s blood was it?
I found out the next week.
“BOY FOUND DEAD ON **** ** ****
* year old **** ***** was found dead. Stabbed to death in night. **** was found dead in his bed with the window beside his bed smashed in.
“I can’t imagine who would kill ****! I mean, he was such a good boy at school, and was always polite to everyone he met.” *** ***** said to the press.
“It’s such a horrible shock to us.” **** **** told us.” my dad read from the paper.
That was thirty years ago. The boy in the article was my best friend. And T
the Back Ripper had killed him.
That night I read more about the Back killer. It seems that this monster has killed others, commonly leading children off to play games that often kill the children. I trembled in my seat as I read this. Poor **** had been killed by a child murdering machine.
To this day, whenever I see a red flicker in the corner of my eyes, I turn and look. The Back Ripper haunts me to this day. When he isn’t out killing children, he makes my life a living hell. My husband died in a mysterious accident two years ago and my children are diagnosed with autism.
If you ever encounter the Back Ripper, I pity you.
Credit To: Miranda