User:KatFang

Love the Silence
Hi, my name is Kat. You must be wondering, "Well aren't you special? We now know your name. What an introduction..." I'll tell you a secret though...Promise not to tell them? Well, you see, I'm not that special it seems. Most call me a recluse because of my tendencies. I'll tell you though...there's only one reason I shy away from others. Some call it habit, some call it nature, I call it force. I should start from the beginning I guess?

"Mom! I'm home! You here?", I called out. "Hmm, no answer. Maybe she went out with Dad?" I had just come home from visiting a friend's house after school. I lived in a quaint little house. Similar to a Victorian era with all the furniture added in. The wall paper slightly chipping away at the edges, the creaky floorboards seemingly just supporting my weight, and the quiet atmosphere always brought me comfort...but today, it just brought me fear, highly unusual.

Walking through the house,I could hear a 'drip-drip-drop' sound coming from bathroom. Now, the bathroom was upstairs. I quietly tip-toed up the untrustworthy staircase, praying 'Please don't creak, please don't creak, please don't-' CRRREEEAAAK... oh no...the drip-drops halted, seemingly testing you to dare make another sound. The eerie silence was haunting. I stopped breathing all to be together, holding my breath. The drip-drops continued. I breathed a sigh of relief, now fully understanding, it was just my mother taking a shower. She presumably stopped the shower because of the creak, wondering if it was a burglar. Though,I would have hoped she knew it was me, or dad, considering when you open out front door, it is very, very loud. I completely finish climbing the stairs, heading to my room. It's a simple room, purple wallpaper, comfy fitting bed, and my desk along with my dresser. I took off my sneakers, dropped off my backpack full of homework for the weekend, and sprinted down the stairs for a snack. Of course, grabbing the first thing I saw in the cabinet(Nilla Wafers) maybe wasn't my smartest choice of action. I was to lazy to go back though, considering I already made it to the living room. I plopped down on the couch, and turned on the TV. The first thing I heard was, 'WARNING WARNING, THOSE WHO ARE WATCHING ARE WITNESSING THIS, WE ARE AT ---! WHAT YOU ARE WITNESSING HERE IS A LIVE MURDER CASE!! OH WE JUST RECEIVED NEWS THAT THERE APPEARS TO BE A HOSTAGE!! OH THE POLICE ARE ARRIVING NOW-'

I heard sirens outside of my home. Did...did they just say my address? L-live murdur, hostage?! I heard the shower turn off upstairs. Oh no, whoever is up there is...no I mustn't think like that. I just need to get outside, tell them your story, and-wait, they said murder case...who, who was murdered? I peek over my shoulder to see a dark silhouette. The outline was that of a lean looking figure. Most likely male. My eyes widened to the size out dinner plates. My breath hitched, just looking at him made me tremble with fear. I bolted to the door, grasping for the door...but I was yanked back, catching a glimpse of a knife. It was all bloodied, the hilt of it very large and blunt. It was most likely used to knock out victims for a quick and easy kill. Just that glimpse made me understand what the tool was used for, making it easy to get out of this situation. You see, that's why I'm a 'recluse'. I have higher senses than others, higher brain thinking capacity, and use puzzles, pictures,ect.to my advantage. Well, to violent advantages... Too bad I was too slow...my, abilities were too slow...CRAAACK! I can hear it drive into my skull, the knife, it hurts...h...help...I hear a sloshing sound inside of my skull,hehe, most likely my brain. The pain, it's so...REAL!!

"HAHAHAHAHA! BWHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!", I could hear myself laughing maniacally. But, aren't I dead? I could feel the male figure back away, hehe, most likely from fear. I'm still laughing aren't I? "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!" My laughing confirms that. My form plops on the ground, still shaking, the blood from the impact in my skull draining onto the floor. I crawl up, rip off a board from the floor, and throw it at the culprits neck, who is coincidentally next to our cabinet. My strength over powers him, and it cuts straight through the meat of his throat. His head now decapitated from his body falls to the ground, limp. His face contorted into one of, pure, horror. I smirk, watching his head slide off the board with a sickening sound, next thing I know his head is colliding with the ground.

I understand now, the silence...it was the only thing keeping me sane!

I walked over to the now bloody corpse, writing on the wall LOVE THE SILENCE

I guess he was too slow...but wait...I failed... I fell to the floor. Chest stopped going up and down with steady breathes. Eyes that stopped blinking. And the smile, that will never leave my face. I guess I didn't fully fail,I succeeded in reaching my end goal...INSANITY...