User blog comment:Witnessme/Creepypasta Short Story Contest/@comment-27067476-20151011203315

Julie, Arnold, Ben, and his favorite whore. Just your regular, everyday, happy gang of four.

I've memorized their schedules, I've learned every detail. Why won't Ben ever open up my mail?

That night was such a rush, thinking of it makes me itch. What a shame he was married...to a skinny, fucking bitch.

Not to worry though, I'll make his wishes clear. I'll visit him tonight...He'll smile ear to ear.

10:00, seems like a good time. I walk into his house, ready to make him mine.

But his wife is asleep, sitting in his favorite chair. I walk into their kitchen, she's completely unaware.

I come back with a knife, I slice along her throat. Surely with her gone, it is I Ben will promote.

I climb the stairs, nimble as a cat. Thinking of our new children, ones that aren't so fat.

We'll have to rid ourselves of these ones, they are all from ''her. ''I'll concieve only boys, and I'll drown all the girls.

I'm in my lover's room now, my glee cannot be contained. But when Ben looks at me, his face appears to be drained.

Oh silly, stupid lover, this is how it has to be. I belong with you, and you belong with me.

Nevermind her, just let my love spread. It's much easier to keep a mate if both of us are dead.