The Night-Lurker

There it is.

In the distance, I saw my goal.

The home of Sam Wall.

I sped up, hoping to make it there quickly.

I put my hood up before anyone could see face.

There weren’t many people around, luckily. It was past midnight after all.

The house came closer, until eventually I stood at its door.

No time to waste, I thought to myself. The sooner it’s done the better.

I tried the front door. Locked.

I tried the all 1st floor windows. Locked too.

I tried the back door. Locked. What a surprise!

Damn, I thought. You had to go and make things difficult, didn’t you Sam?

I took out my knife, still covered in some blood from earlier, and hacked away at the door.

Eventually, I had made a hand-size hole.

She never lets me down, my knife.

I worked my arm through the hole, cutting it on splinters in the process.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">I didn’t mind the pain. All worth it for the greater goal.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">My hand clasped upon the lock, and twisted.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">I heard a sharp click, and the door opened before me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">Time to get to work.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">I snuck through the kitchen into the hallway. The stairs lay before me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">As I climbed each one individually, my heart began to pound.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">I love this part of my life.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">I reached the top of the stairs, and began to check each room individually.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">After three rooms, I found him.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">Sam Wall, dead to the world.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">That quote would soon become an understatement.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">I quietly made my way over to his bed, but stopped in front of a mirror.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">My black hair, my white face, my lidless eyes and my home-made smile.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">I looked like a mindless killer.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">Too right.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">I reached his bedside, and lightly poked him.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">I heard him groan and yawn.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">The he turned towards me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">He tried to scream, but nothing came out.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">‘Am I so beautiful that you cannot comprehend, Sam?’ I asked.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">I leaned over, held him down and pulled out my knife.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">‘Go to sleep’ I whispered in his ear.