Murders In The New Morgue

I smiled as I slowly dragged the newly sharpened knife around the front of the house I planned to break into. This tactic I used for marking where I have been, it’s just something my insane mind came up with a couple years ago. I don’t really know why I did it. Just to scare people I guess.

I stopped as I reached the door, putting my knife away and slipping into the underside of the wooden staircase leading up to the front door just to wait until they go to sleep. That usually took a couple hours, since they just turned off the lights.

So I sat there and waited patiently, as during this… thing I have been doing for several years, I have learned to be patient and wait for the right moment to break in and murder everybody.

You might be asking, Why am I doing this? Why am I murdering people?

Well, I’m going to answer that question.

It gives me this sort of rush of adrenaline and high (like you might expect from drugs) as I plunge that knife into someone’s chest or pull the trigger and watch as the bullet goes through their body. I enjoy hearing people scream in terror, I like when their blood splashes on my face as I laugh maniacally. I love that look in their eyes when I approach them, that look that pleads for me to stop, that pleads to whatever filthy and useless God or gods they believe in for me to spare them. But it never works.

In short, it’s just fun.

Once I knew it was time to strike, I crept out of the underside of the steps and faced the house.

It was a rather nice-looking house, with a small porch and wooden steps leading to the door. The two-story house was painted a darker shade of brown, perfect for this woody area of the city. I have observed these people, and I can tell it’s only a rather young couple, no older than 30, living with their German Shepherd dog.

I’ll spare the dog.

My wide eyes traced over to the window looking into the downstairs living room, which had mistakenly been left open.

My smile had just gotten wider.

I walked over to the window and slid it open, feeling warm air from the house rush outwards. I smirked, quickly hopping in with little noise. I quickly closed the window behind me, and I was plunged into the darkness and the silence of the house.

I quickly slid my knife into it’s holder and made my way up the stairs, my feet making no noise (I had perfected this technique of putting my weight somewhere else so my feet make no noise), and I reached the top of the stairs and faced the hall, where the bedrooms were and where the couple where most likely sleeping.

I breathed in and out, my smile growing wider and my eyes growing more menacing and my mind just going… nuts.

I made my way over to the couple’s room, hearing the dog get up and shuffle around as it likely heard me. I grimaced inwardly, not planning to be heard. But, I sort of expected it to happen, because well, it’s a dog.

I slowly opened the door to the couple’s room, where I could hear faint snoring and shuffling around coming from the bed. I smiled, but then noticed the dog staring straight at me. I growled slightly, and the dog whimpered. I grimaced on the inside, knowing this dog could cost me my life, as it can wake the couple up, then they would call the police, the police (if I’m not careful) will catch me, I’ll either get life sentence or end up on Death Row, as there is no way I’ll be able to win in court. I’ve simply murdered too many.

But, even if I get away or get caught, I still have the same fate.

I’ll die, and I’ll end up burning in hell.

If hell’s even real, that is.

I shook my head and focused back on the dog, who was looking at me with this look, this look of ‘holy shit who is that’ and ‘please don’t hurt me’. I was actually surprised it wasn’t barking like mad, as considering how dogs normally are, they bark at almost anything.

Shaking my head slightly, I made an extremely quiet clicking noise with my tongue, and the dog perked up. It slowly got up and hopped down from the bed, and I blinked a couple times as I saw the couple didn’t even stir. What a stroke of luck!

That’ll bite me hard in the ass, knowing how these things normally unfolded.

I continued the clicking noise as I led the dog out of the room, and out to the living room, where I could dispose of it, because I know that dogs could be a nuisance when committing crimes like this.

I pulled out my knife and watched the dog’s eyes follow the sharp blade, and I quickly clamped my hand around its muzzle and slit the dog’s throat, digging my knife into it’s neck. I smiled as it’s blood spilled onto my hand and onto the floor. It whimpered weakly and feebly, before I watched the light disappear from it’s eyes, and seemingly choked a little bit before falling limp.

I smiled as I pulled the now-bloody knife out of it’s throat, feeling the thump of the dog’s body hit the floor. WIth the dog dead, I could now execute this murder with little to no bumps in the road.

I walked back over to the couple’s room, brandishing the bloody knife in between my fingers, my eyes darting all over the room.

Suddenly, I lost my control over my weight for just a second, and the boards underneath me creaked and groaned, the sound resonating in the darkness, and at that moment I knew, I fucked up.

I regained control as I saw the girl stir awake, and I quickly bounded away from the door as I heard the girl slide out of the bed. I hid behind the couch, that was facing away from the hall where anyone coming out of the hall could not see me, and I saw the girl emerge out of the hallway in a sleepy state, wondering what was going on, before she focused her eyes on the dog corpse in front of her.

Shit! I screamed at myself inside my head, knowing that I’ve fucked up twice now.

I’ve got to kill her now.

Before she could scream bloody murder, I leapt up and made my way over there, and as soon as I reached her I covered her open mouth with my hand with quickly skewered her through the back with my blade. I heard her cough a little bit, before I felt what could only be blood come out of her mouth, before I whirled around to face me, and I smiled rather insanely as I saw the light fade from her eyes, the glaze of death soon replacing it, and my smile grew as I pulled the knife out of her back with a sickening shuck, and let her body fall to the ground.

I kneeled down beside her corpse and twirled my knife in between my fingers, looking straight into her dead eyes. I knew exactly what to do with them, because it was my signature.

I placed the tip of the knife in the general eyebrow area above her right eye, and began to carve a diagonal line down through her eye, that reached to the end of her eye socket. I watched with glee as her blue eye was stained red with blood and then turned to mush as my knife cut through it, and then to the end of the line, and then I carved another one just like the first line, except this time going the opposite way, forming an X going over her eye. I giggled a little bit as I went to work on the other eye, carving another X, and soon forgetting there was another rather alive being in the house.

“Baby? You’ve been gone for a while…” I heard a male voice from behind me, and I whirled around to see the guy in a sleepy state, kinda slurring his words a little bit. I stood up, and suddenly he snapped out his sleepy state as he saw the blood on my clothing.

“Oh my God...” The guy said, his brown eyes wide as his jaw dropped. I just smiled.

“P-Please don’t h-hurt m-me…” The guy said, and I smiled even more as I twirled the knife expertly in my fingers, watching as the blood flew off in little droplets to stain the wall beside me.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.” I said, my tone of voice light and cheery.

“I-I call the p-police!!” The guy said, clearly scared out of his wits as I moved closer to him. Something strange happened to me then, as I stepped closer to the shaking form of the man. A much more darker part of me emerged, one that does not see much daylight.

I licked my teeth, staring at the guy with much insanity.

“You wouldn’t even get as far as the end of the bed.” I said, giggling a little bit as I brandished my knife, stepping towards him some more.

“I-Is that my baby?” The man said, looking at the corpse of the girl, his eyes focusing on the two X’s over her eyes, the blood now seeping from her wounds.

“Rather pretty, those X’s. Would you like some?” I said, now only a few feet between the man and I. The man looked at me with complete and utter fear as I waved my knife right in front of his face.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make short work of you.” I said, stepping closer so I was pushing him up against the wall, my head on the right side of his neck.

I suddenly got an evil idea, seeing some lovebites on his neck.

I started to nip at them, hearing the man’s breath hitch slightly.

“Oh my God.” He moaned as I started to scrape my teeth over some rather sensitive ones.

“You like that?” I asked, and I felt the man nod.

“Well, a 16 year old boy pleasing a mid 20’s man is simply not acceptable, is it?” I jeered with a smirk.

“You are 16?” The man asked, and I nodded.

“Yes.” I said, pulling my head out of his neck and bringing my knife up his chest. I saw his eyes widen as I brought the knife to his neck, it’s sharp end slightly intending his throat.

“What do you want your last words to be?” I asked him, my eyes traveling to stare straight into his.

“How can someone like you, when you are so young, so full of life, be so… insane?” The man asked, obviously not hearing my last question.

But I’ll answer it anyway.

“I was simply just born this way.” I said, digging my knife further into his throat, not enough to puncture the skin, but definitely enough to hurt.

“Nobody was born like this. Nobody was born a monster.” The man said, and I felt something take over me, and I dug the knife further into his throat, finally seeing little droplets of blood flow from the cut I had made. I heard him let out a little whimper.

“You’ll get caught, you know.” The man said, and I bared my teeth. “You’ll get caught, and your family will never look at you the same.”

“Is that what you want your last words to be?” I said, growling a little bit at him, and he nodded.

“You’ll get ca-” The man was caught off by me suddenly putting all of my strength onto the knife and slitting his throat. I was done with him, as this was taking too long. He coughed and hacked as I pulled the knife out of his throat, watching him sink to the floor with disgust. He coughed up blood, hands over his bleeding neck, before laying on the ground with one bloody hand reaching for the sky.

I smiled and while he was still alive (barely), I dropped to the floor and began carving into his eyes my signature, the X’s over his eyes.

As I dug my knife into his flesh, he let out an extremely light scream, and that continued until I slashed through his eye, in which his scream got a little bit louder. I was just surprised he was still alive at this point, but I carried on anyway.

“The Madman of New Jersey.” I said, giggling a little bit at how creative the public had gotten with giving me a nickname. “The Monster on Elm Street.” That one came from the Internet, obviously.

“The Slasher.”

“The Punisher.”

“I’ve even heard The Knife-Wielder at one point.”

“But,” I said, as I started to see the lights fade from the man’s other (untouched) eye.

“Friends and family just call me Mikey Way.”

At that moment I heard a slight gasp from him, before he suddenly died.

I started to giggle, and then chuckle, and then not before long I was laughing maniacally as I carved into the other eye, more blood getting all over my hands and arms.

Soon I was finished, and I slid my knife into it’s holder and picked up the body, before I dumped it next to his girlfriend. I washed my hands in the sink before I went into their bedroom and picked out some smaller-looking clothes from the man’s drawer, and changed quickly and dumped my original clothes into the washer downstairs. I’ve found that this tactic of washing my clothes wards off the dogs, and makes them confused. It has saved my life a couple times.

I poured as much soap into the washer as I could, before setting the washer to it’s highest setting and letting it run. I folded up some clothes to make it look like the tenants were just finishing up some laundry, before grabbing some Febreeze I found in the laundry room and just dousing the place in it. This also confuses the dogs, although not all the time.

I went up to the kitchen sink and cleaned off my blade, scrubbing it with soap and making sure it was squeaky clean, and also wiped my glasses off as well.

I also took a shower as well, as a bloody face and body wouldn’t be too welcome in society.

I got changed back into the clothes I had ‘borrowed’, and then holstered my knife before heading out the back door, towards the woods and towards home, my only emotion sick happiness as an insane smile was etched onto my features.

~~~

I arrived back home to hear the T.V. on and faint snoring coming from the living room. I quietly hopped up the stairs, not as careful this time as I was earlier, and headed to the living room to see my brother, Gerard, splayed out on the couch, obviously fast asleep while the T.V. was playing some stupid reality show.

I growled, my old personality coming back, and headed back down the stairs to the basement, where my room was.

I sat down on my bed after I entered, closing the door with my foot on the way in, and thought about tonight.

Tonight wasn’t one of the best nights, but after a couple weeks of nothing it felt good to be killing again.

Now it was a waiting game.

Now I wait for someone to come along and discover the murder, and report it to the police. Then I wait for the police to come and start their investigation, and then the media will cover the recent murders, then, hopefully the police investigation will turn up with nothing, and then I’ll be able to kill again. I had been slightly careless last time, leading me to be under police watch for a week, before being let go. I waited for a while, then I killed again.

Which leads me to this point in time.

I sighed, thinking about the murder and thinking if I left any crucial evidence behind. I came to the conclusion that I didn’t, and I lay down in bed before taking my glasses off, and forcing myself to go to sleep.

Notes

a new story! yay

a little bit weird, but I'm too lazy and tired to go back and rewrite it.

I've always wanted to write Mikey as a serial killer....

And don't worry sweet child, the story will start to pick up in the next couple of chapters.

Bye!