In The Dark

It was winter, each day just got shorter and shorter and it was dark for longer and longer. I live in the small town of Bouginard. Everyone knows everyone in this town and gossip travels fast so you can imagine how difficult it is for me, a rebellious teenager to do the things I want to do without getting caught by my stuck up parents. Every year I got older and yet every year my parents would treat me as if I was a year younger. This was the most boring town in all of America, nothing exciting ever happened here or at least not yet.


It was a few days until Halloween when it happened. Little Molly Gilbert was on her daily walk home from school. She had stayed late in school for football practice and by the time she was walking home it was already getting dark. I crawled through the bushes watching her. I had done this so many times before that I could tell what move she would make long before she made it. She crossed the motionless road onto the other side and turned into the alley. It didn’t cross her mind that it wouldn’t be safe for her. She had done this so many times before, what could happen?


I slowly stood up and started to walk behind her. She didn’t notice me she was too busy listening to the music playing through her head. As I got closer my heart started racing, I had wanted to do this for such a long time and now finally here was my chance. I grabbed her, with one hand I covered her mouth muffling her girlish screams, and with the other I got my knife out of my pocket and did what I was meant to do. Her blood slowly covered the path of the alley way. The falling leaves from the trees rustled onto the ground. It was beautiful, all the colours of the leaves mixing with her innocent blood.


I arrived home late and my mother wasn’t happy. She gave me the same lecture as she always gives me telling me that at night there could be bad people around and it wasn’t safe, I had nothing to worry about though because I was that bad person. When the town found out about the murder of Molly there was complete chaos. Nothing like this had ever happened here before and everyone could not help but realise that the murderer was most likely somebody they knew or were friends with. I could see it in their eyes the once happy care free townspeople were now afraid and uneasy.


I liked how it felt. I liked hearing her scream with fear, I liked seeing here blood slowly spill from her body, I liked it all and for the first time in a long time I felt content. I needed to do it again, I needed that feeling.


Two days had passed and I felt like my body and mind was seriously skagged. I was on withdrawal; I needed to do it again now!


It was two days before Halloween and I was in school. I skipped my first two classes and sneaked my way into the girls’ bathrooms. I hid in the first cubicle and waited for my chance. I heard the door swing open and some peppy girl walked in. she didn’t go into any of the cubicles she was obviously just looking at her vain self in the mirror and texting her 15 boyfriends. I slowly and silently unlocked the cubicle door and as I slowly walked out she was oblivious to what was about to happen. I stood behind her looking at her, I felt so casual like what I was about to do was ok.


She slowly looked up and smiled at me. It wasn’t the reaction I was expecting. She grabbed my tie and smirked at me flirtatiously, she must of thought this was some fun teen fantasy, now it was her time to die, a half an hour of screaming bloody murder and I was home smiling uncontrollably.


I felt like Peter Parker wearing venom minus that cheesy strut. Halloween was going to be perfect. Alice De Forge had planned the biggest house party since her last one two years back. Half of the people who went to that one ended up either in jail or sleeping in her bathtub. I was going to terrify them all and not with my amazing Freddie Krueger costume.


Nobody suspected me of anything. I walked into that house as if I was welcomed guest, as if everybody who was there wanted me to be there. Sometimes I smiled just because I remembered what I was about to do and how happy and exhilarated I would feel once I did it.


The bathtub was wet; my back would have a stain once I got out! Would people notice this minor detail? But before I was finished worrying over this silly mistake my first victim came in and because of the mass amount of alcohol in her system she was vomiting her insides out. I stood up and stood behind her and she still didn’t notice I was there. After just a minute I was holding her decapitated temple and there was still the look of fear in her eyes. Now it was time to start the panic. I tied a rope around her neck and hung her head from the ceiling fan while everyone was outside watching Decko do his suicide shots.


There is no doubt I will be caught now but fuck it YOLO it was well worth it to hear those terrified screams of the vigilant youth I once called my friends....






By Alexandra Da Silva Talaia