Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27029278-20151204162603

(no picture yet since its still in development but also i apologize if this was posted earlier like it was aproved my little brother thought it would be nice to do that when i wasnt looking.)  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 inocent strib club you would have seen. but this night would change my thoughts on that. it was around midnight at least, and my friends and my brother were half drunk. even though we had been drinking more than we should've, we were having a good time. a few lap dances from the stripers, 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. but he was so persistent that 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 stippers 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 there next to me was one of the stripers. 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 stripers. “hmm what are you doing out here, shouldn't you be with the other girls taking a break?” i asked the small striper. 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 striper material. instead of some kind of lingerie, instead 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 face with jade blue eyes and smiled in a very cute way. “well im new here big guy” she said in a voice that sounded definetly younger than 18, since that was the legal age for a girl to strip in connecticut. “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 a gentlemen. from the corner of my eye i could see my brother talking to a striper, obviously asking 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 until, 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 slightly. “what could be any cuter?” she said in a adorable tone. “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 i now regret. “well mike i'm lauren.” she said still in her innocent tone. 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. but i knew this night wasn't gonna end until he got it. “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. “im guessing he doesn't have any money, does he?” 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 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.” i blushed even more, because it sounded like she found me adorable or something, but it actually wasn't the case. “oh..alright..i'll be here.” with that she walked over to my brother and grabbed his arm and pulled him to one of the private rooms. just then i started to feel very dizzy after she closed the door. i was drunk 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. 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 the stripper. she was one of the middle aged ones, a latino with too much make up.

 she looked at me and laughed. “well you're finally up aren't you?” i collapsed to my knees. it still struck me on how i was even this bad, i only had three beers. “woa, don't stress yourself out kid.” she said helping me up. “thanks, but i'm not a kid you know, i'm 21.” she rolled her eyes to my comment. “yeah i know, i checked your wallet when you were passed out.” she said setting me on the stage to sit. “jesus kid, how much did you drink?” she looked at me a bit concerned. “not much.” i said explaining what had happened last night and even mentioning the girl lauren giving my brother a free dance. she looked at me confused when i mentioned her name. “we don't have a lauren here.” that immediately shook the hangover out of me, well at least what i thought was a hangover. “what do you mean?” i looked her more confused than she was. what did she mean there wasn't a lauren here i thought, there had to be, it wasn't like i was seeing things. “kid we don't have a lauren here and we've never had a new girl for a few months now.” her confused expression turned to worried. “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? though it wouldn't be long before i found out. “over there.” i said pointing 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 and 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 striper 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. too bad it wasn't what i was expecting. 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. 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 them in a panic and try to escape if this lauren girl was up to something and she was. 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 i heard something open. i looked at the latino stripper. “well don't look at me kid bash the door down!” she said in a panicked voice. 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 burning with pain. but 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. again for the third time and door bursted open with an aggressive force. “what's going on in here!?” i cried not paying attention to the surroundings in that room, i kept crying out his name but no response had came. but when i did. what i saw was not a lap dance or two people sleeping with each other after sex. no it wasn't even close. what i saw was something that haunts me to this day. right in front of me was the mangled corpse of my brother 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? but 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. there was blood splattered on the walls and some surgical tools spreaded on the floor, but not just that there was a video camera laying right next to my brother. with some hesitation i picked it up, knowing 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. “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 came back and seemed excited to see what lauren had told him. lauren gotten 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. 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. “thats a good boy.” lauren said patting my brothers cheek. like before she moved away from the camera's view. but this time the camera blacked out. 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. they also said it wasn't a shocker that she used a strip club as her hunting ground. because lauren was known for disguising herself as a stripper or a prostitute or just some slut at a highschool or college party. but that's not what scared me the most. the cops told me about her. after she kills her victim she usually takes their body and chops them up then eats the flesh raw or just harvest their organs and leave before anyone knew what had happened. it was all clear to me now. this little bitch was a cannibal. and my brother was her latest meal. the cops let me go after a few more questions and said i should go to my family and tell them everything. when i did no one took it lightly. my mom bawled her eyes out, my dad had punched the wall several times cursing lauren's name. especially my sister. poor thing she cried on our brothers tombstone for several hours after the funeral. but his fiancee that would have been his wife if this hadn't had happened, committed suicide two days later. she was found hung in her bedroom with the words scribbled on the wall with a sharpy saying that i can be with him, and to think this  wasn't even the last time i saw little man eating lauren. 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. i am getting close to going insane everytime it happens. i know i am her next target and she was just teasing her prey. 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 over them but i heard a faint whisper in my ear say “i told you i was coming back for you” i tried to wiggle off but she put so much pressure on me i could barely breath. i felt soft flesh press against my lips, obviously her own. after that i felt weak and passed out,  and woke up to find i could move again and just like that she was gone.



 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.

 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 because she was done playing around now. i can hear her knocking at my bedroom door asking for me to let her in and that she would give me a good time. yeah the only one that is gonna have a good time is when i blow her fucking brains out. i'm gonna end it here and now, 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 and the safety off now. she won't  play with her food any longer because the only thing she's going to eat now is the bullet from my gun going down her fucking throat!

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. oh yeah he could have stopped me but the silly boy doesn't even know how to use a gun, he had the safety on when he thought it was off. 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. don't worry ladies i'm not coming for you. i only eat men since they do taste much better. but 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. but right at the moment right now, 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 because you are never safe from me. with love- lauren the cannibal  