Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27029278-20160219153621

 It was just a year ago. It was my brother's bachelor party and I wanted to do something special for him for his last night of freedom. So I thought what was better than any other tradition for a bachelor party than a strip club. It was a place I went to when I had money to blow for the hell of it and it was pretty much the only strip club I knew that didn't have some dirt on it. No rapes, no break-ins, no robberies. It was probably the most innocent strip club you would have seen, but that night would change my thoughts on that.

 It was around midnight at least, and my friends and my brother were half drunk if I could remember. Even though we had been drinking more than we should've, we were having a good time. A few lap dances from the strippers, the good beer they had at their bar, and just being there with my long life friends and my brother. My brother himself wanted another lap dance, but we pretty much blew all of the money for dances and beer after my friends had left. He was pretty resistant though. He went around hoping to find a striper that was just bored out of her mind. His chances at that were impossible. Especially most of the strippers were now on break. Waiting for my brother to finally give up I headed to the bar just to find some random conversation to pass the time. When I sat down, next to me was one of the strippers. She was a small girl. Probably about five foot two or five foot three.

 She had long jet black hair. Her skin looked smooth and was almost pure white. For a little small girl she was definitely cute, but cute doesn't always cut it for strippers. “Hmm what are you doing out here, shouldn't you be with the other girls taking a break?” I asked the small stripper. I didn't pay much attention to what she was wearing, but when I did I found she wasn't wearing anything really that much for stripper material. Instead of some kind of clothing to really show most of her body, she wore one of those shirts that showed her stomach and short shorts. Slutty, but not slutty enough for stripping. I thought. She looked at me with an innocent type of expression with jade blue eyes, and smiled in the most adorable way.

 “Well I'm new here big guy” She said in a voice that I swore sounded younger than 18, since that was the legal age for a girl to strip in my state. “Ah, I see, sorry for asking then.” I said lightly. I know I was in a strip club, but I had to at least act like gentlemen. From the corner of my eye I could see my brother talking to a stripper. Obviously begging her for a free dance. I was about to drag him out of this place now so I could get him home before he ended up doing something stupid. I realized that the new stripper was looking in the same direction as I was.

 “Guessing that guy is begging for a free dance,” She said, giggling. “What could be any cuter?” She continued.

 “Sadly that guy is my brother. We ran out of dance money so being his drunk self he does things like this.” I said acknowledging. I couldn't help myself but have this instinct like something just wasn't right about this girl. It's not often you find a girl who calls your half drunk brother cute. “Oh where are my manners? I'm Mike.” I said politely.

 I thought maybe if I stayed nice to this girl she would shut up my brother with the lap dance he's been asking for, but my idea on that is what I regret.

 “Well mike I'm Lauren.” She said. I had an incredible urge to ask her if she could give my brother his wish, but I felt it was rude, even for a stripper.I knew this night wasn't gonna end until he got it though.

 “Say I know this is a bit rude, but could you perhaps give my brother a lap dance? He won't leave till he gets one.” I said a bit shyly, feeling very embarrassed what I said. She only tilted her head to one side.

 “I'm guessing he doesn't have any money.” I nodded still feeling embarrassed.

 “Y..yeah. I'm sorry, forget that I asked.” I covered my face hiding my blush. It was very common for me to be like this. Even for a guy who goes to a strip club all the time. She oddly giggled and patted me on the back.

 “Don't feel embarrassed mike. This is my job. Besides the girls want a guy to comment how well I do.” I sighed in relief and looked down at her.

 “Thank you.” She kissed me on the cheek. “Maybe after I'm done with your brother, I'll come back for you.” She whispered seductively in my ear. I blushed even more. You had to be a idiot not to know she was hitting on you. Well it least that is what she would convince you to think.

 “Oh..alright..I'll be here.” With that she walked over to my brother and grabbed his arm, then pulled him to one of the private rooms. After The door closed behind them, I started to feel very dizzy. I was buzzed, but I know I didn't drink that much, and it was just beer it wasn't that strong. After a minute or so I passed out on the floor. I wasn't sure how long I was really out but it had to be at least a few hours. I woke up and found myself laying on one of the booths in the place. You know those leather couches surrounding a table with a pole attached to it for strippers. I wasn't sure what I was still doing here, I guess the strippers were too lazy to even wake me up so I could leave with my brother. Now this is where things start getting creepy. I could feel a hangover coming, and I could barely stand up. “God I'm not gonna drink again for a week or so...” I said though it was pretty much a lie I made to myself. Like most people who drink. I stumbled over to a stripper that was sitting one the main stage. “Excuse me, can you tell me why I'm still doing here?” I asked, looking up at the stripper. She was one of the middle-aged ones. A latino with too much make up.

 She looked at me and laughed. As if I were a joke.

 “Well you're finally up aren't you?” She said with a chuckle. I collapsed to my knees. It still struck me on how I was even this bad. I only had three beers. “Whoa, don't stress yourself out kid.” She helped me up. “Thanks...” I sounded drowsy.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Jesus kid how much did you drink?” She looked at me a bit concerned. “Not...much...” I explained what had happened last night, and even mentioning the girl Lauren who was giving my brother a free dance. She looked at me confused when I mentioned her name.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “we don't have a Lauren here.” I was confused, hell that immediately shook the hangover out of me. Well at least what I thought was a hangover.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “What do you mean?” What did she mean there wasn't a Lauren here? I thought. There had to be, it wasn't like I was seeing things.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Kid we don't have a Lauren here, and we haven’t had a new girl for a few months now.” Her confused expression turned to worried.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Wait...where did this Lauren take him?” I was starting to get worried myself. If this girl wasn't a stripper here then what the hell was she doing here? It didn’t make sense, and it sounded very sketchy thinking about it.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Over there.” I pointed to the room the girl Lauren had pulled him into. This was getting me very worried now. Think about it, you let a random girl at a strip club that happens to not even work there saying she would give him a free dance, and takes him to a room where you have no idea what she's gonna do. For all I know she probably was lying about the free dance, and I was right. The latino stripper cautiously walked to the door of the room and put her ear against the door. I thought it was stupid of her to do something like that at this time, but hey you never know what they could be doing in there. I followed her and did the same thing. What I heard was not sex or two people talking. instead, it was a faint giggle, and not the same giggle I had heard that night. No this giggle sounded insane, and ominous. Like some psycho enjoying the sight of its prey. A part of me wanted to react quickly and break the door down, but whatever it was I didn't want to alarm her in a panic, and try to escape if this Lauren girl was up to something. I knocked on the door a few times but there wasn't an answer. “Hey are you guys okay in there?” I asked lightly. Still no response came, but instead I heard something crash. Then something had opened. I looked at the latino stripper.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Well don't look at me kid bash the door down!” She cried. Immediately after that last word I charged the door with my shoulder attempting to break it down. The first try it didn't budge, and my shoulder already began to hurt. I didn't care I was scared something had happened to my brother, the only brother I had. I made a second attempt and I could hear the wood of the door beginning to crack. The third time the door burst open with an aggressive force.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “What's going on in here!?” I barked, not paying attention to the surroundings in that room. I kept yelling out his name, but no response had came, but then I finally saw it.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> It was no lap dance or two people asleep. No it wasn't even close. What I saw was something that haunts me to this day.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> My brother seemed peaceful. He didn’t look like he was in distress, but I couldn’t wake him up. You can’t wake a corpse from death. His body was mangled, and it wasn't just mangled, it was torn open. His chest mostly. I looked in disgust and vomited on the floor hysterically. Could you blame me? The most horrific part to me was the fact that most of his organs were missing, and some on the ground that had looked half eaten. When I was done vomiting I looked around the room some more. It seemed stupid of me to do such a thing, but I had to see who did this. Call me captain obvious I know. There was blood splattered on the walls, and some surgical tools spreaded on the floor. Seemed like a cannibal buffet. The most disturbing part was yet to come though. There was a video camera laying right next to my brother. With some hesitation I picked it up. I knew it could probably tell me what had happened to my brother. I turned it on and played the most recent video in the camera's memory. The video started like this. It was my brother alive, but in his half drunk state. He was sitting down on a couch that was in the room. Telling by the expression on his face he was waiting for his lap dance. I could hear giggling in the video and immediately knew who it was. Lauren had carefully put down the camera, and positioned it so I could see her and my brother. She started to sit in his lap. My brothers smile grew wider, but oddly Lauren had pulled out a blindfold from a back pocket in her shorts, and wrapped it around my brothers head covering his ability to see. My brothers smile started to fade into a confused expression.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Wait, what are you planning to do?” He asked. Lauren pressed a finger on his lips silently quieting him, and whispering something in his ear. My brothers smile had come back and seemed excited to see what Lauren had told him.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> Lauren got out of my brothers lap and moved out of the camera's view. I could hear rustling in the background like Lauren was digging in a bag looking for something.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> Lauren came back into view, but now holding a syringe in her hand. Without her evening hesitating, she struck the syringe into my brother's neck, and injected whatever substance it was in into him. My brothers mouth had opened a little and cocked his neck back as a sign he was now unconscious.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “That's a good boy.” Lauren said, patting my brothers cheek. Like before she moved away from the camera's view. She stared at the camera. It felt like she was staring at me. She obviously left this here for me. She simply just waved her hand in some goodbye gesture. the video ended ended at this point. Already shocked by what I've seen, I dropped the camera. My hands were shaking and tears began to flood out of my eyes. How could have this happened? I just wanted him to have a night to remember not this. I began thinking. No this was my fault. if I didn't drag his drunken ass out of there none of this wouldn't have happened right? After I had figured out what had happened, the latino stripper had called the police. When they got there they questioned me, and I answered all their questions the best I could, but being a little dizzy it didn't really help that much. Funny when I brought up the twisted bitch Lauren. The cops scowled in fear. They explained that Lauren was a serial killer they've been tracking since last month. Apparently she was a asylum patient that suffered abuse from some of the employees, and that they locked her in her room to die. They still have no idea why she turned into a cannibal. They also said it wasn't a shocker that she used a strip club as her hunting ground. Lauren was known for disguising herself as a stripper or a prostitute or just some slut at a high school or college party. But that's not what scared me the most. The cops told me about  after she kills her victim she usually takes their body and chops them up then eats the flesh raw or actually cooks it in the most disturbing ways possible. They found one of her victims skin grinded up like burger meat and in a bun. The whole thing was almost completely eaten. Another was her deep frying their body parts.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> Seems she didn’t mind bones. If she was in a hurry she would just harvest their organs and leave before anyone knew what had happened.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> It was all clear to me now. How unfortunate it was that my brother was her latest meal.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> The cops let me go after a few more questions, and said I should go to my family and tell them everything. Well I did. They were going to find out sooner or later so why the hell not? No one took it lightly. My mom bawled her eyes out. My dad had punched the wall several times cursing Lauren's name. My sister cried on our brothers tombstone for several hours after the funeral. My brothers wife was the worst. She committed suicide two days later. She was found hung in her bedroom with the words scribbled on the wall with a sharpy saying, I can be with him now. This wasn't even the last time I saw little man eating Lauren. I have been stalked by her for a year as you could probably tell. That’s why I am writing this. Some nights I would wake up to tapping on my window or hear plates crashing in my kitchen and it would always be a huge mess. Most would call the police, and get the hell out of there. Not me. No I realized it would have been pointless. She was following me everywhere. She would always find me wherever I go. I would see her on days when I was at work. She would always grin at me from the small window. She would even stalk me at night. I am getting close to insanity. I know I am her next target and she was just toying with me. Even one night I found I couldn't move as something was putting pressure on me. I couldn't see anything since my windows were closed tight and the blinds were down, but I heard a faint whisper in my ear.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “I told you I was coming back for you Mike” I tried to wiggle off but she put so much pressure on me I could barely breathe. I was so surprised how she could do such a thing with her light body. She must know the human body pretty well. I felt her lips press against mine, after that I felt weak and passed out. I woke up to find I could move again, and just like that she was gone.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> With all of this happening I kept thinking this is an opportunity to kill her the next time she showed up. Another idea was to end my life before she ate me as a midnight snack. The second option is obviously not gonna not  work come on let's be honest here, I would be just doing her a favor.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> I just can't take it anymore you know? So I did any American would do in this situation. I bought a gun. Right on time too.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> She was done playing around now. I can hear her knocking at my bedroom door asking for me to let her in right now. She is apparently offering me a good time.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> Yeah the only one that is gonna have a good time is me. When I blow your fucking brains out. I'm gonna end it here and now.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> No more playing around. No more being terrified of the man-eating whore. Her terror on me and my family will end tonight. I have the gun loaded. She won't play with her food any longer. The only thing she's going to eat now is the bullet from my gun.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> Well mike definitely knows how to make a good story huh. In case you were wondering who this was. Well when I think about it, You already have an idea don't you? It's true I like to play with my food they seem to taste better that way, and boy was he a good one. Oh, he was delicious when I roasted his body in the oven, I was even surprised he was able to fit in there. I liked how he had a fryer in his kitchen. Been awhile since I had some deep fried men. Oh yeah the gun? Pfft he could have stopped me, but the silly boy doesn't even know how to use a gun. He had the safety on. If you're reading this just so you know, you're not safe from me. No matter where you live, no matter who you are. I will find you. Don't worry ladies I'm not coming for you. I only eat men since they do taste much better. Besides, men are nothing but pigs, and what do you do with pigs? You eat them. Oh boys, just remember I am your predator. you're the mouse and I'm the cat. You can only run and hide, but I will always find you. Right at the moment though, I think I'm gonna have a little fun with his whole family. Home made meals are always the best. So you should definitely live your life while you can boys, and fatten yourselves up for me. Maybe I will make your death painless, just maybe. Remember though. I will always find you.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> With love-

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