The sweet sound of the ice cream man could be heard from down the street. The little girl on the side of the road yelled out and the ice cream man stopped for her. "if you come into the truck I can give you free ice cream so that none of your friends will know and it can be our secret." said the man "Ok" said the little girl. When the girl got into the truck he studied her more closely. She had shiny curly red hair, fair skin and was cute. "This one is perfect" thought the man. "Look over there" said the man, when she did he struck. Grabbing her and put duct tape on her mouth and hands and then sped off. The sound of tires screeching was all that was heard of course the neighbors thought that it was just some stupid high school kid and not a kidnapper.
When he got to his house he had of think of a way to get her in. He thought the best way would to take her in without her gagged and tied up. So he took of the duct tape around her mouth. She immediately started screaming. "fuck well that wont work thought" thought the man and put the tape back on. "Now no need to worry little girl your mommy wont like it if I get mad." said the man in a deep voice. But she would not stop crying. So he decided to go out of the truck and open his garage. When he did this he quickly grabbed the girl and rushed her into the house unnoticed.
Once inside she started to make louder crying noises and he worried some one might hear her. "Ok I warned you what would happen if I got mad!" yelled the man n a creepy low voice. He ripped off the duct tape and she started to scream louder with the tape not restricting her voice. "Well I know how to stop this shit now" said the man. He grabbed a knife from his pocket and grabbed her tongue. He put the shiny sharpened stainless steel blade into he mouth. With a smile he viscously cut off her tongue. She started to scream in pain but the blood quickly filling her mouth made it hard to yell let alone breath. She struggled to get away but he was too powerful. He then pinned her on her back and started to scalp her alive. When she started to choke and shake uncontrollably he turned her to her side and blood poured out of her mouth like a facet. Then he put her on her back again and then commenced to scalp her again. She started convulsing again but this time when he turned her over she didn't stop soon she just stopped moving altogether.
The man seemed detached from what he had just done and chucked at the sight of the girl blood in a giant pool all around her and on himself. He then turned and when into the garage and grabbed a pair of garden clippers. Walking back to the girl he thought "She was a pretty girl wish I didn't need to kill her all wanted was to have a little fun with her for a few days is that so hard to ask for?" once he reached her body he grabbed each finger and with a bone crushing crack cut each finger off. He then went back to his garage and got a hammer and nails. Walking back to the house he grabbed her fingers off the ground and went into a locked room. He found a spot on a wall and started to make a pentagram finger painting with the cut off fingers. He then nailed each finger to different points on the pentagram. Chuckling to himself as he drove each nail through the fingers and into the wall. The man had a set of five on that wall alone. With the extra blood on himself he then started to draw a crude picture of the little girl before she died with a big smile on her face; then one after she died the girl lying on the ground with her tongue laying next to her in the pool of blood.
After the man was done playing finger pain he went back to the body and remembered that he scalped her because he liked her hair. He reached down grabbing the longnowsomewhatshinycurlybloodsoakedfleshridden hair. "this is some great hair shame she had to die it looked good on her." mumbled the man. He then stood back up and walked over to the kitchen and stopped a the sink. He then started to run the water until it got lukewarm. When that happened he put the hair under the stream of water. And started to rub off the blood and flesh bits. "All clean and better now" said the man to himself with a big satisfied smile on his face, "Now to try it on" he put the hair on his head and tried it on but it wouldn't go over his head. "Damn it mother fucker doesn't fit shit now I got to stretch it out and hope I don't rip the skin like the last one." the man was irritated. He then put the water to hot so the skin would be easier to stretch. When it got hot he then held the hair under the steaming stream of water then after a minute took it back out. He put it on his head and started to stretch it until it fit his head quite nicely. He was so excited that the hair fit him that he started to laugh joyfully.
He dried the hair out and was ecstatic to find out the hair was still shiny and curly. He then started to giggle uncontrollably and then commenced to run and skip around his house. Watching how it flowed in the air as he leaped through the air. "Wow this is the fucking shit way better than my shitty short hair."
Then the door bell rang with a seemingly deathly tone like death himself was at the door for the man. "shit mother fucker god damn it all fuck me what am I going to do? I know just don't let whoever is at the door in good that's what ill do its perfect no one will notice anything is wrong!" he then took a quick glance at himself and realized that he forgot that he was covered in blood so he said "Just a minute" and ran to got take off his shirt and change his pants. He then strolled to the door sweating with worry took a deep breath and slowly cracked the door. "Yes?" asked the man. "Hi I am here to tell you about scientology" responded a small somewhat weird looking fat man. "
Have you been going door to door telling people about this shit?" asked the man. "No I have not I noticed you went to our website and thought you might be interested might be thinking of joining our church." said the weird man" "Go fuck yourself" said the man and slammed the door shut.
Then he realized "this stupid fuck just ruined my fun and almost gave me a heart attack." He then opened the door. "Wait I have changed my mind please come in." "Glad to hear that sir" responded the weird man. When the weird man entered the house the man slowly closed the door and with the weird man's back turned he started to strangle him. As he strangled the poor fellow he talked to the short fat dying man "This is what your dumb ass gets for coming to my house you prick, your "religion" isn't a religion at all its just a fucked up cult you know that huh well do you?" he asked while he loosened his grip on the man's throat. "I don't know what you are talking about if you stop now you can still be saved and be taken off this planet and join our lord when he comes for us." "The fuck with that how stupid can you be? Your so called religion is more fucked up than I am and that's coming from a fucked up person as you might have figured out by now but a murdering, family splitting, money hungry, cult filled with fucked up people just like your self like I said I am fucked up but I don't kill people because they are sick and deny them medical care I only kill people when I get angry and I don't charge people for the stupidest shit that's part of your religion. So now you are going to die good bye." whispered the man into the fat man's ear. He tightened his grip until he could not pull his arms tighter and the fat man started to turn blue and then went limp.
His body was flung to the ground like a piece of trash. "shit now I have two bodies to burry in the basement and I'm running out of room I might need to did only one hole oh well the only the little girl will be missed anyway. He then dragged each body through the very secure locked door in his kitchen down to his basement. It was fairly large about the size of the average living room. The air was damn and when you breathed it had a moist feel to it. The only natural light came from the vents at the top of the basement wall. There was one dim light that gave this room a very dark depressing feel to it. There was some cement still on the ground but you could tell that it was smashed away. In its place was a small field of flowers except for a small section that was still dirt. It was amazing that anything could survive in this place it seamed to defy nature to allow anything to survive in this place.
The only reason he planted flowers was not to make himself not feel as guilty but as a reminder of where the bodies were buried. He started doing this about five years ago. When he first started to kill. It was when he went to bury his second child his first girl that when he put his shovel into the ground and started to dig a little thousands of flies flew out. The smell that followed was horrendous. He threw up continuously and couldn't stop. He vomited so much that he got week and fell to the ground and laid there unable to gather the strength go get up. So from then on he planted the flowers over every body so he would know where he had buried someone.
The man started to dig their unmarked grave was angry that he killed the fat man because now he has to dig a deeper hole to fit the fat ass and the little girl in it. After he tossed the bodies in their new homes he covered them and put some dirt back on them. He then planted seeds in the dirt and then took one last glance at the results of what he had done and without a sign of remorse left the basement and turned off the light.
He then dead bolted, and padlocked the door shut. Just incase anyone might have a urge to open the door when they come over. He was glad the only door to the basement was in his kitchen and not outside his house, that way he could keep tabs on anyone inside his house and not worry about some dumb ass kids wanting to find out the door on the outside of his house leads to.
When he turned away from the door he noticed some of the blood from the little girl "Shit this is going to take forever to clean." He then walked over to his sink opened the door underneath it and pulled out bleach, a rag, a brush, and a box of powdered soap. He then meticulously went through each room and scrubbed the walls and floors and furniture of any room that he doesn't lock and scrubbed anything he deemed was even close to a blood stain. It to him six hours to clean his house and when he was finally done it was the early morning. He was tired and went to his room and went to sleep.
The next day he woke to the smell of bleach in a daze and confused about why he smelled bleach tried to remember the last day. "Oh fuck what have I done this time!" said the man to himself; as he struggled even harder to remember the events of the past day. "hmm I got up got dressed" the man looked over to his left still dazed and shock took hold "Fuck I forgot my medicine! How could I be so stupid I know what happens when I forget damn it all shit." He then got up and ran fueled by panic to his basement door hands shaking it was hard for him to get the pad lock off. When he finally did get the door open he almost fell down the stairs in his panic. When he saw the fresh graves his heart stopped and his head felt faint. He walked back slowly up the stairs in disbelief.
"John you sure did fuck up this time" said a voice; John looked around but didn't see anyone I the house. "Look at you the look of horror on your face is priceless and you still have not realized what is on your head hahahahah" said the laughed the voiced menacingly. John slowly reached up and touched his head I don't have long hair thought John then the horrific realization took hold he ripped it off and stared at it in horror. His breath quickened and he started to sweat his hands got clammy.
"What have you done damn it! You went and shot someone again didn't you!?" yelled John
"No had nothing to do with it but I know what you did hahaha" calmly replied the voice. "you did everything yourself you know it was a little girl this time you cut off her tongue and scalped didn't even do anything to her this time you know your getting angry faster these days hahahahaha" chuckled the voice. "then you killed a poor fat man you know?" said the voice.
"Is this how you get off raping little girls for a few days then kill them or let them go? Huh you sick fuck!"
"No John that is how you get off I cant do anything I just watch you do everything." replied the voice.
"get the fuck away from me you asshole!" yelled John he was crying now.
"don't you get it John we are one and the same I breath when you breath, drink when you drink, eat when you eat, and kill when you kill. Oh by the way you did not forget your medicine yesterday after ten years of holding me back any more I own you now you can never get rid of me no matter how hard you try no medicine can cure the bond we have. You might be able to slow my advances maybe hold be at arms distance for a short time but not for long. For I will always find a way to gain control again." said the voice
"You might be right I should of got help when I first heard you but I know how to stop any future killings" said John as a cold wave of harsh realization stuck him. He then started writing a confession of all the things that he has done and repented for his sins telling the person who finds his note will find the bodies caused by his alternate persona.
"What are you doing?" asked the voice calmly with a touch of laughter. "Confessing will only get you in jail and then your stuck with me in a small room for the rest of your sorry excuse for a life." said the voice.
"I don't plan to go to jail I want people to know why I killed my self."
"Wooo what wait a minute what are you doing think man!" panic braking the voice's normally tight control on its emotions.
"oh yes I do" said John now it was his turn to be calm.
"John you do not realize what your doing" said the voice.
As they talked John was slowly walking towards his room where his gun was.
"You don't want to hurt me I care about you" said the voice more panicked than ever.
"But I do not want to hurt you I want to hurt me like you said you did nothing I was the one who did everything you just watched for that I will punish myself." as he said this he was reaching for his gun.
"NOOOO John don't I beg of you please don't" screamed the voice
"No Hal I begged you and you did not stop this ends now" said John as a tear ran down his cheek. He lifted the gun and put it cold barrel to his temple and slowly and deliberately pulled the hammer back. Hal was screaming trying to gain control of John but John was having none of it he was determined to end his suffering, his victims suffering and Hal's never ending voice in his head. He put his finger to the trigger his body went numb in anticipation of what he as about to do. The gunshot was heard throughout the neighborhood and then all John felt or heard was nothing he was finally at peace.
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