On Halloween

‘’On Halloween, I usually chop off a few heads and stand them up in a nearby field, then I slap their faces with this little broom that have, it has harsh , wispy bristles that seem to really sting. The souls are sent down to hell, in a ritual I cast at the time of beheading.

''Ahhh your head looks pretty. Maybe I'll take that this year.’’ I stood and watched the horror on her face as the colour drained away to leave a porcelain complexion.

Her companion tried to scream what I deemed an obscenity through the gag tied tightly round the back of his head and holding his mouth painfully wide. I smiled softly and chuckled slightly. Then I yanked the gag even tighter as to cause more pain and discomfort to him.

‘’Let that be your punishment boy!’’ I screamed in his face.

I noticed the tear stains on her cheeks as she started to apologise for her behaviour. I mocked her. As she told me that the jokes were just that…
''Jokes'', and that they hadn’t meant for it to go on as far as it had. I listened and heard what she had to say right before I announced she had to watch me kill the fella.

‘’ it doesn’t matter, a slag like you has a lot of fella’s so you won't go without’’ I explained.

I enjoyed filling her with the tiniest bit of hope that she may get to live her slutty life again, before pushing the knife close to her throat and say in my quirkiest voice ‘’ you’re next honey.’’






I removed the gag and the bloke couldn’t keep his mouth shut. He started to swear and call me names. I shot him in the feet and in the lower parts of his legs, I knew hed never be able to walk now. He winced and cried out in pain, I enjoyed that all the more. Now is the time to repay all their efforts, only I don’t get mad, hell, I don’t even get even, I simply take their lives.

I felt that I was being guided each time, as if by the hand of God, each time I took a life, slid the sharp knife across the throat of some mouthy mother fucker, some bolshy little shit. It gave me pleasure to let them all know that I had the whereabouts of their families also and they would have to pay for their sins, afterall they are blood relatives and carry the disease. This part seemed to scare the life out most of my victims before I really had much chance to play with them. That left me somewhat most disappointed.

I had chosen my latest two from an argument and slanging match we had had online. I warned them but would they listen? No! too bolshy, too slutty, too macho, ‘’too late mother fucker!’’ I had said as I held them frozen by my magic.

I move in close one more time and recite the conversation, pointing out how they went wrong and how bad they are , letting them know all the faulty moves. ‘’ahh you just had to fuck with me didn’t you, in your arrogant , arsehole way.’’

The man had started to plead but I was having none of it, I had waited 3 weeks for this moment, since we had had that most unfortunate night in the chat room, and since I had been feeding off their fears each time I made some contact with them before finally taking them to this place , where they are now.

‘’ Bet you wished you hadn’t fucked with me hey?’’ I smiled at the man right before I shot him clear in the head.

I whisperd a few words as I felt his life force drain and saw the soul come out of his body and drift like fog downwards, I smiled, yes another wanker where he belongs.

He slumped forward and I felt unsatisified, I rhetorically said outloud, ‘’Is that all I get? a lousy slump forward? What a dickhead! ‘’




I smiled and turned towards the woman, she was crying still and dried tears were staining her cheeks as new wet ones glistened over them. I started to feel satisfied.
She was a right bitch. I enjoyed swearing at her, calling her names, each time telling her that the name didn’t do justice to how I felt about her , and continuing on with another insult. Well another truth, for insult implies that it’s a lie when it wasn’t , she was all the names I could think of calling her.

I reminded her what trouble her mouth had gotten her into.’’ Well now look what you gone and done… you couldn’t leave it be could you, fucking bitch!’’ I spat on her and it calmed me slightly.

I announced what I was going to do next, chop off her husbands head. She turned away as I hacked it off and his blood poured out onto the ground. She vomited. I swore at her again calling her a dirty scanky bitch as she had called me dirty over the internet that fateful night. Then I got a small spade and shovelled some up and flung it on her, telling her she can have that back.

I placed the head ontop a long pole and stood it up. I grinned at it and got the little broom out, slapped it across the face a few times, hearing the wispy bristles crackle as it stung the skin. I pointed to it showing the woman my trophy.

‘’Heheh your's won't look quite as nice tho.’’ I snarled.

I took the body and rolled it over and pulled down the mans trousers. Then I took a splintered wooden handle, thick and shaped perfectly. I pushed it hard up the dead man's bum hole and buggered thim with it a few times. I smiled and announced her husband was a queer.

I laughed. ‘’ And you didn’t even know?’’ I mocked her. ‘’ your husband liked it up the arse too’’

she looked at me in horror as I desecrated the headless body, chopping off limbs and waving his hands at her as I wiggled the loose arm. I leant in and whispered.

‘’ Sorry love I'm not ‘armless’’. I laughed outloud at my own joke. ‘’Armless, haha armless, get it!’’ I suddenly was back at her face again, close and menacing.


I loosened her gag and let her speak. She started almost immediately , not hesitating to beg for her life and for forgiveness, she explained that she didn’t realise and acknowledged she was a bad person, but this had shown her the light.

‘’ Too late!, tooooo late!’’ I broke her off abruptly.

Then she started to scream and I started to laugh. I chanted some words at her and her screams were muted. She tried to scream louder and looked confused the more she screamed and cried the more no sound came out. I laughed at her.