The Nightly Killer
I place the vibrant bouquet of flowers in front of the grave, staring at the blank tombstone. I remember what had happened as if it were yesterday. I remember her screams, and the fear in her eyes. I remember when she begged me to spare her life but it all fell upon my deaf ears. I felt the slightest remorse for what had happened. Those stupid, impetuous voices are the ones that are making me go through with these horrendous acts. They keep me up all night, taunting me as they slowly push me over the edge.
“You incompetent fool!” the voices exclaim, causing my heart to drop. “You thought you could get rid of us? You are nothing without us.”
“Please,” I begged, “I’ve done everything you’ve told me to do. Please, I just want to live my life peacefully.”
“You’re stuck with us forever. You will always remain our servant, no matter what.”
My chest becomes restricted and my breaths become labored. Tears blur my vision and I bolt upright and cover my ears.
“Stop! Please, make it stop.” I cry.
“Hey! Who’s there?” a figure yells across the mortuary.
Before that figure could make his or her way to me, I bolt and jump a fence into a dark alley. I wander around in the eerie darkness of the night until I see a bench near a bus stop. I notice a young lady sitting at the edge of the bench, staring at her illuminated screen. I slowly make my way to the other side the bench. I begin to scrutinize the lady, watching her movements as she taps away on the telephone’s screen.
“May I help you?” she asks, turning her body towards me.
I shake my head and divert my gaze. I hear her shuffle as she positions her body to face the other side of the bench. I wonder when the bus will be here, but before I could ask the lady next to me, I heard the screeching halt of the bus as it pulled up next to the sidewalk. The woman next to me hurries on and has a quick talk with the bus driver. I overhear the conversation from where I am.
“He doesn’t seem like he’s okay in the head. I wouldn’t let him on.” she says, glancing back at me.
The bus driver glances at me and then turns back to the lady, “He’s probably stressed and probably means no harm.” He looks at me, “Why don’t you hop in, I’ll give you a free ride to wherever you need to go.”
I slowly get up from my seat and head into the bus. “Thank you.” I whisper. The driver smiles at me and nods his head. I choose my seat in the very back, and close my eyes, hoping to find some sleep.
“You imbecile,” the voices yell causing my eyes to shoot open, “how could you let that driver think that you’re weak?”
“Please, leave me alone, I’ll do anything you want.” I beg.
“You should make him regret it.”
I shake my head, I don’t want to be responsible for another death.
“Go on,” they urge, “make him regret it. We’ll leave you alone if you do.”
“Promise?” I ask, “You can’t go back on the promise.”
“Of course,” they respond, “we wouldn’t dare break a promise to you.”
I let out a breath and prepare for what I’m about to do. I look around where I’m sitting for a weapon. I notice a piece of loose metal, I grasp it and pull until it comes out.
“Nice choice.” the voices chime in
“Shut up,” I say, “let me do this on my own.”
The bus begins to stop, as it reaches the destination. The lady quickly gathers her stuff and gets off at her stop. The bus driver turns and says, “Where would you like me to take you?”
“Somewhere isolated, please.” I request.
He shoots me a confused look but just turns around to take me wherever.
“You idiot,” the voices say, “you had the perfect opportunity, and you wasted it.”
I ignore them because I know exactly what I’m going to do. I’m a bit eager to do this,if I’m being completely honest; all I want is for these voices to leave me alone.
As the bus slowly comes to a stop, the bus driver turns around and says,“This is the only place I can think of kid.”
I nod and stalk my way to the front. Before I got off the bus, I hurled the piece of metal, that was in my hand, at the driver’s head. He gasps and reaches for the back of his head, only to feel that it’s bleeding. I smirk and continue to strike him. I put all of my force into each hit, making sure that he wouldn’t live. I suddenly end my attack and drop the bludgeon. I sprint out of the bus and into a random alley, I’m breathing fast and my face feels hot.
“Great job,” the voices say with amusement “you’re now a certified murderer.”
“No!” I exclaim, “I’m not. I did that so that you would leave me alone.”
The voices chuckle, “You really are gullible. Why would we ever let you leave?”
I feel angry and betrayed. Sobs suddenly take over my body and I huddle into a corner. The wind begins to howl as it brushed against my body. I slowly close my eyes, fatigue slowly overcoming my body. Then, I finally decide, that if I can’t get rid of the voices, I might as well obey them.
1 Month Later…
Earlier today, the police had found the vicious killer who terrorized the town. The man has no name however, people call him the The Nightly Killer. The Nightly Killer was found in his apartment home peacefully sleeping while he was covered in the blood of his most recent victim. A psychological analysis showed that The Nightly Killer suffered from insomnia due to command hallucinations. Command hallucinations are auditory hallucinations that tell someone to act a specific way. The Nightly Killer, in his statement, said he only wanted to please the voices so that they would let him sleep.