One Last Gift (Horror Short Story)

One last Gift

I throw a rock to break the one street light still on. Even though not many people live on this street, I don't want to take any risks. I brought everything I needed to get rid of her. I made sure there was no blood on the ground and I had used several bags and put bits of her in each one. I'll admit, she was a very pretty girl, but her life had no significance in this world; not many friends, no significant other; all she had was her family. Now, I'm not a complete monster. I do love the adrenaline of killing but I only kill people who, in my opinion, don't have a real place in this world; a life with no meaning, and little to no people in their life that would miss them. Every time I dispose of a useless life the police only look for a little while because of the lack of information on them, maybe a few family members, or a close friend who looks for them but eventually gives up after not getting any closer to finding their body. The first time I killed, I was a little shocked because it wasn't my intention to kill them, I was actually helping someone. This young girl was walking home at around 11 at night and I couldn't sleep so I was also walking, I saw this tall man walk a few blocks behind her and began to speed up little by little. Once I realized what was happening by instinct I ran across the road and tackled him. He was a least two times the size of me and soon after realized he had a knife that I hadn't seen before.I knew he was stronger than me and that if he knocked me over he could easily stab me, so without hesitation I grabbed the knife and quickly slashed his arm that was closest to me. He yelped in pain and that was where I was going to stop, but something inside me didn't want to stop. I proceeded to cut all the way down his other arm; so now by this point both his arms were covered in blood. I then took the knife and slowly started carving out chunks of the skin of his stomach while he continued to scream in agony. I covered his mouth with my free hand so he wouldn't wake anyone up. After about 10 minutes of doing this, he was dead. I couldn't believe what I had done. I had never ever thought I would do something like this. All I was trying to do was help this random little girl and instead I became a murderer myself. I started to shake uncontrollably and tears started to form in my eyes. I was in complete and total shock. I kept repeating in my head, 'I killed someone, I killed someone' over and over like a psycho, and maybe I was a psycho. After a while I finding calmed myself knowing I would get caught if I didn't cover up my tracks. Of course, I have no idea how to hide a body or clean up blood, but I can think of reasonable solutions on how to. I ran into my house as quickly as I could, grabbed bags, rags, and cleaning supplies. I ran back outside and stuffed the body in the bag I brought then I picked up all the chunks of skin I had carved out and put them in the bag with the body. I tied the bag with three knots to make sure it was sealed because if I knew anything, it was going to stink. I put the bag aside and started to pour the whole bottle of cleaner on the blood-staineded ground praying it would come off. I then grabbed a rag and used all my strength to wash out the blood. To my surprise, it started to wash off right away. It took me about 10 minutes to get rid of all the blood. I went through 5 rags which were now all soaked in blood, and I knew I had to get rid of them because this blood would never completely wash out. I got rid of the body and the rags, but I knew what it was like to kill now, I knew how satisfying it was. I would never go back again. While carrying the girls body to a field, I smile while remembering that. I had dug a 10 foot deep hole earlier and I threw all the bags in a began to fill the hole up with dirt again. It took a bit of time since I was already tired from carrying all the bags across a field, after I finished filling the hole I was completely exhausted. I knew it would be messy, so I had brought an extra pair of clothes and left it beside the hole for when I was done. I grabbed the duffle bag with my clothes in it and changed into them. My previously worn clothes covered in dirt, mud, and blood. I had also made another hole earlier for the clothes that I knew would be covered in blood and I wouldn't risk burying it in the same hole as the body. I walk over to the next hole and throw the duffle bag with the blood-stained clothes in it and quickly fill it. I walk away towards my house with the biggest grin on my face, I'm always extremely happy after one of my "fun events" I call them. In one hand I held an eye as a souvenir, and in the other I held a small blue box with a ribbon on the top, which contained one single finger that I would send with a little note attached

Dear family of the victim 

I hope you can remember her by this

XO - Anonymous

I made sure not to leave a single fingerprint on the box. 

I just wanted to leave one last gift.