Murderer of the Night

READ THIS NOTE: This was originally for a french project, i was supposed to write a story then translate it into present tense french, so that is why it might be choppy and there are no names.

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She is walking through the graveyard to place flowers by her mothers grave. She arrives at the grave and sits down next to it. It is getting late. She speaks to her mother for comfort. She takes out her phone to check the time, but it is dead. An owl hoots from afar. She gets up and looks around. She realizes the sun is gone and the only light around is the moon. She walks back to the entrance, but it is far away. She hears a rustle. She turns around, nothing there. She continues to walk. She sees the exit. She hears footsteps behind her and turns. No one there. She turns to the exit and starts to walk. Suddenly someone grabs her. She struggles to get free. She tries to scream but can't. She sees a knife held out. She struggles even more. The knife comes closer. She starts crying. It is placed against her throat and starts slowly moving across her throat. Blood spills down her body and she drops dead as the man releases her.

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I pick up the body. I throw the girl over my shoulder and take her to her mother's grave. I place her down and get the shovel from the bush. I start to dig. I place her in the hole and start to bury her. I then get a stone and stick it in the ground for a tombstone. I then write her name, date of birth, date of death on the tomb in her blood. I look at my handy work and am proud. I start to laugh in joy. People tell me I am crazy, but I know I am not. I killed my wife, and now I have killed my daughter.

I grab my shovel and place it in the car. I hear someone whisper in a bush not far off. I turn with my shovel in hand. I walk to the bush and smash the shovel down in it. A loud thump rings through the air as a body falls to the ground. Another murder. Tonight is a slow night for me.

Now I must continue with my mission, I must find the other people I know and do away with them also. I make sure the area is clean and spotless before I leave. I get in my car and drive away into the night onto my next victim. I drive out into the road and drive into town. Plenty of people are out and about. I see my daughter's boyfriend and park. I get out of the car and walk over to him.

"Hello sir, how are you doing tonight?" He asks.

"I am fine, thanks. Anyways my daughter told me she has a surprise for you and I was supposed to being you to it."

"Oh really? Well our anniversary is coming up."

"Yes, she has something really special planned, my car is just over there."

"Okay. I wonder what she has planned…we've only been together for three months…" the boy says.

"Well she told me it was special." I say leading him to the car.

We got in and I started the engine. I drive back to cemetery.

"Here? This is the surprise?" The boy asks.

"Yeah, she has an odd taste in surprises. Anyways this is where I let you out. She said to go to the end."

"Ummm…are you sure?"

"Sure as I have ever been. You got to admit that she is odd, but you must know that since you've been dating her for three months."

"Yes, I do and this is something she would plan." The boy says while he laughs to himself.

The boy gets out of the car and starts to walk. I park my car just outside the gate, and sneak back in the cemetery with my shovel. I crept behind the boy by thirty feet. The boy got to the end and saw the new grave with the blood. He drew back in horror and then looked closer at the words. I struck his head and he fell bleeding on the ground. Why is blood so messy? I started digging a new grave to place beside my daughters. I dug until I knew he would fit. I rolled the body in and a loud thump came when he hit the ground. I grab my shovel and fill the grave and place a new rock on it and write his information in with blood. I then go back to the car, drive it to the new grave and wash away the evidence, and return home to sleep. On my way home I feel accomplished. If anyone heard me say that I would be locked up, but I am not crazy. I know everyone is thinking that, but I am not. I do this as much as I can for the ones I care about. I do this sporadically so there is no suspicion. I arrive home and get in the house and go to my room to sleep. This is the first night I am all alone. No one else in the house. The house is filled with silence, besides the occasional hoot in the distance. Every time I kill someone the owl hoots. I do not know why, but I assume he approve and is calls out with consent. I fall asleep around one.

I wake up at eleven and turn on the TV. The news talks about how my daughter and boyfriend are missing. Police are in search for them at the moment. I laugh to myself. It will take days before the police think of the cemetery. I get up and get ready for the death of day. Yes, I know I have hours before the death of day but I like to get up early. I go downstairs and eat and read the paper. Another tragedy in the world. What a place the world is, such sorrow. I take out the list of people to kill and the next one on the list is sister. I cannot kill her for another month so I decided to get to work on my other job- writing. Yes, I write books, and short stories, and most of my work is famous. I am in the middle of writing a new short story that has subtle comments on society. My publisher itches to read it, but I tell him I will not let him read it until it is finished. I am almost done with it though. Most people who will read the book will take it at surface value, only those who are insightful and observant will know the true meaning of my book.