PURELY FICTION. This is my first attempt at a short (sort of) scary story. Tell me what you think! Just warning you first that it might be scary, so turn back if you're not up to it. ---- Little children... See how they laugh... Watch... It's pretty isn't it? So melodious, so innocent, so perfect. But do you know what's better than their laugh? Their screams! Definitely! Their screams echo very nicely, especially in a dark, cold, empty hallway. The beauty! It's music don't you think? A symphony that you can be made famous for it's final outcome. I start by preying on little children, no older than ten. After ten, they seem to change and their cherub tendencies tend to fade into nothingness. Once I have picked my target, I lure them with Swedish Fish, skittles and My Little Pony coloring books. They usually take the bait. Did I forget to mention? Ice-cream! Yes, most of them like that, that's why I drive around an ice-cream truck. After I've got one or two in my truck, I drive off, to my studio. The children never realize they're being taken though, since I make sure to coat everything I hand to them with chloroform. Once in my studio, I place them onto a chair and start to work on a masterpiece, one that will never be forgotten, one that's better than the last. I am the artist- this is my art. For my last piece, I named it 'Hollow holes' because of many reasons. He was a young boy. I made sure my blade was sharp enough before I cut off his tongue; which apparently is the strongest muscle of the body. Well, it didn't seem that way to me since I sliced it off rather easily. Then, I waited. I waited until he awoke and there, there the curtains opened and the play began. A play of so many kinds. Art, emotion and music, all into one single sitting. He screamed a high-pitched scream and I began to slice his body open, very, very, slowly- exposing his flesh first. I enjoyed the moment because I knew that not everyday would I come across this sort of beauty. I sat back and relaxed, hearing screams and cries. Then, I took my Swiss Army Knife to his eyes and gauged them out. I then continued skinning him until I heard no more sound(wailing or whimpering.)I knew he was still alive, so I reached over to an orange skin(it's one of my tools) and squeezed the juice all over his body. The melodious cries and screams came back! I started to dig holes that went through the other side. If a bone obstructed my way, I used a chisel to break off the hard tissue. I was so immersed in my work that I forgot when the boy stopped screaming. It must've been five hours since I had started work, so I assume that he had stopped around four and a half. I believe he bled dry. What I did next will be kept only to myself because where is the fun for me if I shared all the good parts? Now, I am looking, watching out for my next target. Ahhh... There, I spot her... Little you... ---- So... What do you think?
Creepy and woah this guy is kinda sick in the head. Let me rephrase that. This guy is seriously sick in the head! (not the author, the character)