Help Mee!!!!

I need your help!
I am trying to start a new story and I have a few ideas. I wrote the beginnings to several of those ideas and now all I need is for someone to help me decide which one to continue writing. So... here they are!1

Unsuspected Paranoia2

He looks left and then right, waiting for something unplanned to happen. As he realizes his plans are working he feels a sudden pang of jealousy for anyone who has a challenge sitting in front of them. He worked so hard to make everything move so smoothly, yet he's severely unhappy when he watches the people around him gliding along through their days, not knowing at all what had just happened. Unsuspecting. A tall woman walked past and stopped abruptly in her tracks, turning her head in his direction. He soaks in her suspicion as if it were a calming breeze. "Now here is the REAL challenge." he thinks to himself as he slowly creeps forward and brushes his hand against her neck. She feels the tingle of someone else's touch crawling up her neck, yet she doesn't move, she can feel the breathing on her neck, but again, she remains still. A few children roll by on skateboards. She slowly slides her foot around and then moves her body to follow, by the time she has finally turned around, nobody was there. The street behind her was completely empty.3


Conner's Freedom4

As stereotypical Mrs. Johnson stared at her current husband, she felt a sudden chill race up her spine.
"Go to your room, Conner" she spat the words at her now 16 year old son. He knew what was about to happen. He got up quickly from his chair and ran to his room.
"Stacey, I don't know what you're looking to accomplish by fighting me on this, but I can promise you, that this isn't a fight to be had. It's not worth the argument."
She noticed his voice was laced with nervousness, but she didn't care at all. She was about to rip him limb for limb, she'd done it before and she'll do it again.
He screamed as she threw him against the wall, biting his neck. He squirmed and tried to grab the only weapon within reach, a kitchen knife. She didn't notice anything as she started to tug on his arm, attempting to rip it off, like she had to her last husband, he was quick to stab her just below her chin, straight through he throat. She croaked one last noise before she started bleeding rapidly. He threw he body off of himself and fled from the house.
The minute he was gone, Conner emerged from his room with a new found happiness. He was now free. Free to live his life away from the multiple husbands/homicides that his mother had brought on to his conscience. He felt he could breathe, finally.5


Conner's Freedom26

Conner walks slowly through the empty house, sirens bursting in the background. He can feel his mother's presence. He watched her die. He watched the last of her life drain out of her. "You know what?" he thought as he flicked off the only light and headed towards the basement door. "I don't even CARE." he smiled to himself and wandered down the stairs. Once he was back on solid ground, he headed straight to the trap door, located just under the stairwell.
The door creaks open and the first thing Conner hears as he enters this new room is the sound of countless feet running along the rooms of the house above. The siren is now in the driveway of his old home, and men are talking frantically about the death of Stacey Johnson.
He takes two steps forward and shuts the trap door behind him. He's done here.7


Scary Feeling Isn't It?8

As she walked down the street she searched for something familiar. She had lived in this town, loved in this town, and been ruined in this, all only a year ago. But walking down Main Street today, she couldn't find a damn thing she recognized. None of it was her home, none of it even remotely looked inviting. She stopped walking and looked at the store front to her old favorite store. She stared intently at the door, willing it to shatter. As the glass fell down around it's frame a man looked directly at her from the other side. He was scared, she could tell. But then again, who wouldn't be? If a door shattered around it's frame while you were just about to open it and a woman less than half your age was the only one around and she was staring intently at the door, secretly willing it to shatter.... wouldn't you be scared?9


Random... I have No CLUE.10

She crept through the darkened room, staring at a door as she walked. She saw a flash of light and a body pressed up against the door. "He's waiting there. He's waiting on the other side of THAT door." She nearly broke into tears thinking about it. She was about to be reunited with the love of her life, yet, for some reason, she felt a sudden dreading. And that's when she saw the picture up close.
The man was still there up against the door, but just off to his right there was another shape... a stronger shape. She knew the one by the door was him, but he didn't seem alarmed, so she opened the door anyways, eager to meet his gaze again, to be in his arms, to smell his wonderful smell.
Just as she walked into the room both men pointed rifles at her. She stepped back and nearly tripped. "Greg... no... it's me! Greg!" she screamed bloody murder. "NO! Baby!!! No, It's Lilly!" and everything went blank as the gunshot rang in the air.
Beep, Beep, Beeeeeeeeeep. She watched the machine beep to the end of Greg's life. The gunshot had been from the other man's gun. He meant ti hit her, but Greg jumped in the way as he realized that the woman before him had in fact been Lilly Vorlinger, the love of his life. And with that... he lost his own life.
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