3 The Big Scare
After a whole 12 hours at night working a tedious job, IT was finally done. I then closed the old, brown, almost broken, voodoo book, and put back on the shelf next to my doll making desk. Afterwards I put the notion bottles away and finally looked down on my desk at the voodoo doll of the father.
Everything was ready.I knew exactly what music he liked, and I had the doll with his salvia on it. All I needed to do was fine the perfect time to make my attack. Or as I like to call it "The Big Scare!"
This didn't take too long to find them perfect time for I already knew there routine. This mean I knew that on Wednesday's the mother and the kids go out for a little "mommy's dinner", as they call it. He would be alone.
Finally when it's Wednesday night, I wake up early, 7:30 to be exact, and wait for him to be in a close range to the attic stairs. I wait, and wait, and wait, and wait, all until finally around 8:30 he comes.
'Come on just a little bit closer!' I think anticipating his arrival to the stairs. 'Closer, annnnnnnnnnnnndddddddd.... NOW'! I think as a quickly sit away from the opening to the attic and from afar I hold the voodoo doll and start singing. He song type is slow, and something about love, so I sing about my only experience:
"My love,
My life,
My one true love,
Forgive me once I'm done,
For when the wind is done blowing,
You will become one!"
As I slowly sing this I can tell my voice is enchanting him, for I hear him creak is way up the steps.
"Smile once,
And smile more,
So I can be loved!"
As I sing the last verse he then realized he is up in the attic, the one which no one can get through. I see him look around confused until he sees me.
"WHO ARE YOU?! WHAT'S GOING ON!?" H screams in a panic, scared tone.
"Oh- You don't need to know. " I say naturally sounding mining and emotionless , with an emotionless look, and a British Accent.Right after I say it though I then lift up the voodoo and start ripping up the voodoo in many grueling and disgusting ways, making the old man in front of me turn in the directions I make the voodoo doll bend in. The left arm ripping off, the right bending backwards, the left leg all the way up, the right leg bent to the left. In the end it was a bloody mess, that took a lot of cleaning, some of which of didn't do.
I got up and went o collect some of the blood and then walked on over to my, beautiful, brown, and old cabinet filled with 4 other blood packets. After I put the blood packet in I close the cabinet and slam my staff into the ground causing all my bats to eat the rest of the old man but left pieces for the family to bury. The bats then all together shoved it down the little opening of the stairs to the second floor.
I, feeling exhausted from the days killing, went up on the ceiling to my coffin after I got dress. I stepped in and let the dreamworld take over me, for I was going to have a long 2 months.
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It's been about half a month and I'm already done with the mother, the daughter, and the father. At this point I thought they would leave already, BUT THEY ARE STILL HERE!! 'I mean how long does it take for you to bloody leave!!? Just take the message. ' I thought to myself. I was lying. Apart of me would wish for them to linger because I could feel it. It was like knowing for a jump scare, you anticipate the wait and get all nervous, but never know when it will happen. I was anticipating the wait for my blood thirsty hunger.
The next day I get up from my coffin and get the two dolls ready, for I was ready to take the twins out. 'This should be easy just wait for the oldest son to leave the house then sing something.... Jazzy was it? Ehh who cares honestly! They are gonna die anyway. ' I thought as I go to the opening for the stairs to the second floor and wait for the boys to come back from school.
I was finally about to sleep from waiting, for I had been awake for about 14 hours. I then slowly close my eyes and start dozing when- SLAM "GOD THAT STUPID ASS OF A BROTHER FORGOT US AGAIN!!!!" After the oldest twin boy came in the other quickly followed. I then quickly open my eyes and became vigilant waiting for them to be at the right distance. "Hey! Listen maybe he was just tired I mean we ALL are. With these mysterious murders in our house, and us being suspected of it, we have a lot on our plate. " The younger one said sympathetically.
This was the moment when I finally had sympathy. I KILLED THERE FAMILY. I sat there on the opening questioning weather I should do this when right as I was about get up and go to bed, the older boy did something. And I was mad. I get up and as soon as I do - SMACK "SHUT UP!!" The older brother screamed as he hit the younger brother. "YOU SHOULD'VE DIED NOT MOM!!!NOT DAD!!! AND CERTAINLY NOT NICOLE!!!" The boy was shaking all over, with one hand on his cheek that got slapped, tears wear slowly falling.
Seeing this.
Hearing this.
I couldn't help it. I stayed up and stared singing as loud as I can, for that older brother had gone to far with his lesson. So I will show him my lesson plan.