The Ghosts in the Darkness PT2 VERY EXPLICIT

The Opening Act   pt21

The night was a cold October night when I first went trolling for a victim. I was so worried about what I was gonna do and not because it was wrong but because I didn't want to screw up. I wandered around town all night and did not find a single worthy target. This went on for about 2 weeks before I found the one. Ah she was beautiful, the type of person who would not notice someone of my class, very popular it seemed and very well dressed. I stalked her for about 4 days before I decided to take her. By the time I was ready it was once again the day of the dead so the damn ghouls that hounded me were very strong tonight. They lead me right to her as if they knew everything I needed to know. It was odd to follow and listen to them now cause they were mean anymore. Well I made my way around the side of this night club she had entered and waited like I was told to. These spirits seemed to know what she was gonna do before she did. Which spooked me at first but after I realized that was a good thing I began to work out how she was to die. My thoughts raced as I looked around the dark alley waiting for my sweet smelling deer to appear. As the moon began to rise higher into the night I saw her standing just at the edge of the building. Oooo my heart raced as I was told to move up slowly and wait. I got just to the edge of the building when my uncle Sam appeared in front of me and raised his hand as if he were telling me to wait. So I stopped in my tracks and waited as I did so she turned and look straight in my direction. At first I thought she had spotted me until I saw her turn and pull out a cigarette an light it. As she stood there taking a drag off of the cigarette I watched like a lioness stalking her prey. Then as if to motion me on my uncle waved his arm so I moved up closer and closer till I heard a voice say grab her and pull her into the darkness. So like the good puppet I was I did so and with great ease she came. I dragged her backwards into this alley way with little effort my hand gripped tightly over her mouth like a muzzle from which not a sound escaped. After I reached the middle of the alley the voices screamed stop so I did and waited. As I waited they told me to punch her in the temple so I did with a good bit of force and she went limp. Ah the hard part was over I had my prey and was still unnoticed. As the voices instructed I dragged her on to the other end of the alley and quickly loaded her into my car and headed for my safe haven which I had found years earlier. Once there I unloaded her limp body and brought her into the light to where I could see. Sitting there staring at her asleep like a beautiful princess I began to contemplate how she was to die. I had always wanted to choke someone to death with my bare hands just to see if I could but I also wanted to bleed her dry to make up for the years I had suffered and bled. Finally as she started to wake up I decided to use the large sledge hammer I had found only days earlier to dismantle her. So before she was completely awake I attached her to this large metal table that had been in this warehouse since I first found this place. As she woke up I stood next to her head staring into her beautiful green eyes. Those beautiful vibrant living green emerald eyes. Once she got her senses back she began to struggle out of fear to which I was a gitty as a child on Christmas to see. I stood there amazed at how amusing it was to see her struggle to free herself to hear the fear in her voice as she screamed begged and pleaded with me for her life. As I began to move towards the large hammer I stopped and turned making my way back to her. I stood there a moment before I leaned down and kissed her on the forehead and told her that she must die to sooth this curiosity I had at what it would be like to watch her die. As I spoke these words to her a sound of fear and desperation came to her voice. As I picked up my hammer which I told her was "me mallet" her beautiful tear filled eyes widened and her screams became ever more frantic. They sounded so helpless I couldn't help but laugh at her with a cynical joker laughter that erupted from me like that of a child whom had just seen the funniest thing ever. As I neared her with me mallet I could see that she has soiled herself out of fear. This again made me laugh hysterically as I brought that large steel hammer above my head. As I prepared to swing I began crying because of me laughing so hard which blurred my vision and caused me to miss her with my first swing. After I cleared my eyes so that I could see I raised the hammer again. This time with one swing I connected to her left foot. As the mallet smashed into her foot I heard the bones crack and break as she screamed out of pain. This poor child was to suffer my rage for hours that night. I methodically broke every bone in her body starting at her feet and moving up wards. I had to stop several times after I reached her hips to wake her up. After waking her the 3rd time I began to get mad at how quickly she passed out from the pain which made me hit her even harder. As I made my way to her neck I asked her while she was still awake if she wanted to say anything before I crushed her throat. All she was able to whimper out before she passed out again was plea and that was it. So I swiftly smashed the hammer into her throat crushing cartilage and bone alike. The last hit was to be the messiest of the night. When that hammer smashed into her skull bone blood and brains splattered me and the far wall. As I stepped back to admire my work I noticed a large 5 inch wide pipe lying in the corner. This was to be her display stand for the world. With her legs spread I drove this pipe inside her which wasn't easy by any means. As I carted her body a few hours away near the river where the rocks would hold the pipe I looked and this bloody pulp that had once been a beautiful woman and realized that one of her beautiful eyes was hanging out of its sock that didn't exist any  more. In the wee hours of November 2 I placed her body and stand between two large rocks so that it would hold her up. I took a moment to admire my work once more then left to clean up and go home to sleep. The entire ride home I realized that the voices had stopped and the dead that haunted me were gone. This fact made me even more gitty and happy for today was to be a day of restful sleep something I had not seen in years.2