All The Good Girls Go To Heaven
Never Talk To Strangers
I waved goodbye to my best friends, sending them on their way. Mikey will be back in time to see the birth of his child. About five months left, now. Five long months. They were leaving on their tour bus, a far off way from the small van they last toured in. Down the block, around the corner, now I have the house to myself. I guess I’ll order in some Chinese food for dinner, just like old times. Until it gets here, I think I’ll just make the house halfway presentable. It’s not like anyone will see, but it’ll give me something to do for ten minutes. Then I can watch TV, then go out to play. Maybe I’ll have this one take a bit longer? I haven’t tortured in a while... it’ll be nice. I’ll start by giving myself enough room to eat at the table.
“Come closer.” I giggled from my small, dark, corner. I was still partially thinking about the fortune cookie I had gotten. “Be wary of the future, for things don’t always go how they’re planned.” The small paper had read. Ominous, isn’t it, my friend? I find it might be true. I have plenty of things that may go wrong, including going to jail for my nightly killing sprees. Have you heard of such a thing? Jail? Just for having my fun? The very thought makes me laugh! Police have no suspects at all, and are even starting to doubt their capability to solve this case! I’ve been seeing an awful lot of FBI agents around here lately. I’ll taunt them with the next victim. They’ll never know what hit them.
“Who’s there?” The little girl said, after hesitating a bit. The tiny ones always do.
“Are you lost?” I asked softly. The children always need reassurance.
“Yes. Have you seen my mommy?” She replied.
“I have your mommy with me. Come here, see her. I can prove it.”
“My mommy said not to talk to strangers...” The girl said. I could see her pouting from my dark corner.
“I’m no stranger. I’m your friend. You’re best friend.” I giggled, just like a girl of her age.
“Okay!” She said excitedly, hoping to see her mother, or her friend, or some other blood relative.
“Sorry, but you should’ve never listened to me. I am, after all, a stranger.” I whispered in her ear before putting the rag of chloroform over her mouth. Sleep, just sleep.
“Where am I? Mommy? Daddy?” The girl woke up. I found a brand new library card in her pocket. Her name was Caitlyn.
“They’re not here, and they never will be.” I said, smiling. She looked so scared. Maybe it was because her arms and legs were tied up with barbed wire? Who knows. “Goodbye, Caitlyn. Time for you to go rot in the ground for eternity.” I started pulling on the ropes attached to her limbs, and those, in turn, laced with the wire. She screamed in pain as they yanked, twisted, and ripped into her skin. Bones are very white, compared to the rest of you. Almost like a patch of snow in a field of strawberries. I watched as she screamed bloody murder, which I assume is very much appropriate considering the circumstances. The blood, thick and red, dripped down the untouched pieces of her skin. I wish she could see this... maybe I should’ve worked on her eyes later? I was already scraping and cutting her eyes from their places in her skull. They come quite easily once you sever the optic nerve. I sliced the words “Come find me!” into her small abdomen. I hope the FBI has fun with her, as she’s gasping out her last breaths. I think I’ll just give her a smile and leave. She’ll be dead soon anyway, even though I wanted it to last a bit longer. Perhaps it will. She seems to have a very strong will to live. It won’t help her much, though. The evidence will be gone in a minute.
“Sweet dreams, Caitlyn.” I said, detaching her from the wires and ropes and dragging her into the middle of the street, in plain sight of everyone for the morning. Happy Monday!
“Come closer.” I giggled from my small, dark, corner. I was still partially thinking about the fortune cookie I had gotten. “Be wary of the future, for things don’t always go how they’re planned.” The small paper had read. Ominous, isn’t it, my friend? I find it might be true. I have plenty of things that may go wrong, including going to jail for my nightly killing sprees. Have you heard of such a thing? Jail? Just for having my fun? The very thought makes me laugh! Police have no suspects at all, and are even starting to doubt their capability to solve this case! I’ve been seeing an awful lot of FBI agents around here lately. I’ll taunt them with the next victim. They’ll never know what hit them.
“Who’s there?” The little girl said, after hesitating a bit. The tiny ones always do.
“Are you lost?” I asked softly. The children always need reassurance.
“Yes. Have you seen my mommy?” She replied.
“I have your mommy with me. Come here, see her. I can prove it.”
“My mommy said not to talk to strangers...” The girl said. I could see her pouting from my dark corner.
“I’m no stranger. I’m your friend. You’re best friend.” I giggled, just like a girl of her age.
“Okay!” She said excitedly, hoping to see her mother, or her friend, or some other blood relative.
“Sorry, but you should’ve never listened to me. I am, after all, a stranger.” I whispered in her ear before putting the rag of chloroform over her mouth. Sleep, just sleep.
“Where am I? Mommy? Daddy?” The girl woke up. I found a brand new library card in her pocket. Her name was Caitlyn.
“They’re not here, and they never will be.” I said, smiling. She looked so scared. Maybe it was because her arms and legs were tied up with barbed wire? Who knows. “Goodbye, Caitlyn. Time for you to go rot in the ground for eternity.” I started pulling on the ropes attached to her limbs, and those, in turn, laced with the wire. She screamed in pain as they yanked, twisted, and ripped into her skin. Bones are very white, compared to the rest of you. Almost like a patch of snow in a field of strawberries. I watched as she screamed bloody murder, which I assume is very much appropriate considering the circumstances. The blood, thick and red, dripped down the untouched pieces of her skin. I wish she could see this... maybe I should’ve worked on her eyes later? I was already scraping and cutting her eyes from their places in her skull. They come quite easily once you sever the optic nerve. I sliced the words “Come find me!” into her small abdomen. I hope the FBI has fun with her, as she’s gasping out her last breaths. I think I’ll just give her a smile and leave. She’ll be dead soon anyway, even though I wanted it to last a bit longer. Perhaps it will. She seems to have a very strong will to live. It won’t help her much, though. The evidence will be gone in a minute.
“Sweet dreams, Caitlyn.” I said, detaching her from the wires and ropes and dragging her into the middle of the street, in plain sight of everyone for the morning. Happy Monday!
Notes
I kill, kill, kill little girls.I kill, kill, kill little girls.
It's such a thrill, thrill, thrill to the world.
When I kill, kill, kill little girls.
