1. As I cower in the shallow closet, I peer out of the keyhole; straining my eyes in an attempt to see
the figure my ears knew was approaching. The creeks of the floorboards hastened my breathing
threatening to reveal my location. Can it hear me? I ask myself. Probably. My heartbeat alone
sounds like thunder and my asthmatic breathing isn’t doing me any favors.
I know you’re up here, it called out. I hope you know that you’re making this a lot more difficult
for me but whatever it’s a small house there’s only so many places you could be anyway and
besides this gives me way more time to think about what I’m going to do to you when I find
you” it snickered. I dared to peek out the keyhole again and there right outside the door she
stood. She was short, fit in build with jet black hair. She was sickly pale and in her left hand she
held a kitchen knife with fresh blood dripping off the edge of the blade. A sob rose in my throat,
I choked it down in fear of being discovered. “I’m getting tired of this”, she called out. “Your
brother didn’t even put up this much of a fight. How does that make you feel? As I was carving
up your dearly beloved brother you were up here. Hiding. Only thinking about saving your own
skin. She laughed. That’s pretty brutal, I mean leaving your own brother to die in order to live a
few extra moments.” She laughed again.” I bet you weren’t even smart enough to call for help!
Now who’s going to save your pathetic lot? “[ she drops to an unnerving sin song whisper, “not
that it matters anyway, I cut the phone lines before I got here.”] She was right I hadn’t thought
about calling the police or even escaping. I guess I thought Robert could handle the tiny monster.
The sob raised up my throat again which I only just managed to swallow. Now is not the time to
think about Robert, he’s gone.
My leg had grown stiff from my prolonged crouch; I shifted my weight accidently activating a
discarded toy. It roared to life. I silently cursed myself.

2. “Ah, I finally found you! “My brother’s killer shouted, “I was starting to think you didn’t want to
come out to play with me.” She was on the door in a heartbeat. I struggled to hold the door
closed because in my haste I made the mistake of hiding in the closet with the broken lock. She
tore the door open with ease, “Ha Ha,” she uttered with a sadistic giggle. “Now that I’ve found
you we can have some fun. I receive a hard blow to the jaw line and black out.
When I finally come to, I’m chained down to a metal slab in a dimly lit basement that reeks of
formaldehyde and something I can’t quite put my finger on. As my eyes adjust to the poor
lighting, I could see where the strange mixture of smells was coming from. Shelves lined the
wall to my left, and on the shelves there were jars containing a variety of human remains. There
were two hearts, a brain, a right hand, and a pair of crystal blue eyes. I let out a whimper as the
reality of my situation sank in. I was going to die here. I felt like vomiting. This psycho was not
only going to kill me but carve me up and add me to her sick collection of trophies. I hear a door
open behind me and someone descending the stairs. My captor is standing over me in less than a
second. She’s eating a cup of Mac and cheese.
“Oh,” she said while chewing. “You’re awake, good. If I had known you were up I would have
made you some.” She placed the empty food container on the table behind her. From this angle I
could get a good look at my captor. She’s dressed in a black tee-shirt and basket ball shorts.
She’s very short and couldn’t possibly be taller than five foot. Is this tiny thing really the one that
killed my brother and kidnapped me?
Wha-what are you going to do to me? “I asked. I’m not sure yet she responded with her back to
me. “you could let me go and I promise I won’t tell anyone about what I saw I swear.

3. No, I’ve already put so much effort into this to stop now. You’re not going anywhere, “she
replied angrily. “Besides if you leave you’ll ruin my fun. “she giggled.” What to do, what to do “
in an unnerving sing song voice.
She turns back to face me, “I like women. Their small frames make them easier to deal with and
their soft skin is a lot easier to mangle.” Her savage enthusiasm makes me shiver. “Oh, if I find
anything pretty inside you, I’ll add it to my collection which you’ve probably noticed, “she
added with pride.”
“How many have you..um killed? “I asked the sick question in order to keep her talking, in order
to keep her talking, delaying the inevitable in hopes someone will come to my rescue.
“Oh, five you’re my sixth that’s why I’m so excited! Six is my favorite number. It’s why I’m
having such a hard time deciding what to do, everything has to be perfect, she explained, like it
was the most natural thing in the world, a wave of nausea comes over me again, she notices and
sighs heavily, “if you are going to vomit cock your head a bit because it won’t be any fun if you
drown in your own vomit. I had that happen once; it made a mess of everything I had planned.
“Another heavy sigh”, some people are just so inconsiderate of others.” I can hear her
rummaging through her desk, not finding what she was looking for she slammed the drawer shut.
She approached me and grabbed hold of my chin and peered into my eyes. Her eyes were like an
abyss, completely void of light and soul. It was as if I had locked eyes with the devil himself and
could see the pits of hell through her pupils.
She leaned in real close and whispered, “Another reason I love women so much is their screams”
as she plunged the blade into my left eye. I screamed in agony as blood runs down my face in a
steady stream. She tears out the blade and plunges into my damaged eye socket, grabbing my

4. eye, she twists and rips it out of my skull, blood splatters onto my attackers face. I howl the pain
is unbearable. She holds my detached eye in her blooded hand for a moment, she then plops my
eye into her mouth, chews then swallows it with my blood dripping down chin. I struggle against
my binds, making them dig deeper into my flesh with every spasm. “Struggling only makes it
worse on you” she looks down at me like how a predator sees its prey before devouring it. She
holds the blade close to her face, licking the blood off the edge with a sadistic gleam in her eyes
and a psychotic smile begins to spread across her face. She lets out a chuckle, “I think I know
what I want from you! HaHa! Yes the perfect addition to my collection!” she leaves me to bleed
as she frantically searches for something. She comes back with a small chain saw. “Sorry to cut
out time short love but I have my heart set on that pretty little head of yours and I can’t bear the
idea of damaging it any further,” she explained with a childish smile. So it simply must come off
heh heh. She yanked the cord and the motor turned over with ease, the sound of the motor
muffled my shrieks.