[SneakySniper169]

It was one O’clock in the morning, She was coming home from working a late shift at the diner. On her walk home she is confronted by a little boy. Around the age of 10, Covered in blood and with rips all over his clothes. As she goes to comfort the little boy and he begins to calm down he says that he was hit by a car and his house was only a few houses down the street. She went to call the police but she didn’t charge her phone because she couldn’t use it at work so she decided to pick the little boy up and to bring him to his house and tell his parents. She picks the little boy up and knocks on the door and gets no answer.

She checks to see if the door is unlocked but it is locked. The little boy tells her that the back door is open and that they could probably get in through there. She picks him up and opens the back fence. As the back fence swings open a camouflaged man takes out a syringe and injects her in the neck. She immediately drops the boy who proceeds to stand up and start walking back. She drops hard on the floor and the camouflaged man begins to drag her into the storm doors.

The man tells the boy to go upstairs and proceeds to duct tape her arms. And wraps a rope around her neck and throws it over a beam. He then proceeds to take out an adrenaline needle, After filling the needle he violently stabs her in the heart with it. She shoots back into consciousness in violent panic. The man looks her in the eyes and walks away. After he slowly walks up to the steps the little boy playfully runs down the steps in different clothes without marks and begins laughing.

He looks her in the eyes and begins to explain why she is here. He tells her that he and his father have been doing this since he was eight. They both shared the love of torture. The little boy proceeded to explain that they move to an abandoned house every month and kidnap and murder women and burn the house down when they are finished. After the little boy finished talking he went upstairs and disconnected the battery from the lightbulb. After about an hour passed the man kicked in the door and quickly attached the battery to the light bulb line and jumped down the stairs

. They were both wearing ponchos and masks. The man took his chainsaw and quickly started it one motion and proceeded to remove the woman's leg. Immediately after the little boy took a blowtorch and began burning the wound at the highest temperature. After this, the woman passed out. The man then got another adrenaline needle and slammed it into her heart. She came back into consciousness screaming her lungs out. The man took the chainsaw and then proceeded to cut off her other remaining leg and then running the blades of the chainsaw from her stomach to her chest. After this was over they wrapped her body up in sheets and set the house on fire. A month later when a woman is walking home from a party she stumbles across a little boy with ripped up clothing covered in blood.....

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Originally Posted by SneakySniper169 ↗

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It was one o'clock in the morning. She had just finished a late shift at the diner and was halfway home when she saw a little boy about twenty feet in front of her standing in the middle of the sidewalk. The child seemed to be around ten years old and was swaying as if about to collapse. As she got closer, she saw that he was covered in blood and had rips all over his clothes.

She immediately ran over and kneeled to comfort him, pulling his long, brown hair away from his face and placing her hands on his cheeks to peer into dazed, blue eyes that were wide with fear and saturated with tears.

"I...I...uh...uh...I..." he blubbered, the water leaving his eyes to moisten her hands, which she used to wipe away the blood that had trickled down from his scalp onto his face, a face she could tell had recently appeared lovely and innocent.

"Oh, baby! Poor baby! It's okay! You're gonna be okay; I've got you now."

She consoled him as best she could, rubbing his shoulders, pulling him close, lightly scratching his back the way her own mother had comforted her as a child. She blanched at the selfish thought that crossed her mind - he was getting blood on her apron, but at least it wouldn't get on her uniform. Strange, the thoughts that invade in a crisis situation, she thought then waved it away with a slight pang of guilt as she turned her full focus on the boy.

He was trembling and clearly in shock but finally managed to pull it together enough to explain he'd been hit by a car and that his home was only a few houses down the street. She reached for the phone in her purse but remembered she hadn’t bothered charging it since they wouldn't let her use it at work.

"Damn it!"

"Don't say swear words," the dazed child replied in a small, shaky voice.

"I'm...sorry," she said, almost laughing, and picked him up to start for his home. He was heavier than she'd anticipated, and by the time she reached the one he'd described, with the "CAUTION: CHILDREN AT PLAY" sign out front that was cut into the shape of a running boy with a baseball hat, she was out of breath and grateful for the cushioned porch swing on which she tried to lay him, but he had wrapped his wiry arms around her neck and wouldn't let go.

"Nnnn..." he let out in a weak, little protest.

"It's okay, sweetie," she reassured him and instinctively put her thumbs into his armpits which she knew would give him a light tickle that would make him let go and allow her to set him down. He shot her a heartbreaking look of betrayal but laid back in the swing quietly.

She knocked. No answer. She reached for the doorbell, but it was missing, loose wires sticking out of the hole where it was supposed to be. She tried the knob. Locked.

"The back door is always unlocked," he told her.

She scooped him back up and walked around the side of the house then through an unlocked chain link fence gate. As she stepped into the yard proper, she saw in her peripheral field of vision a large man in camouflage fatigues creeping up on her quickly, as if he'd been waiting for her just out of sight around the corner. In a split second he produced a syringe and she felt a sharp pain in her neck.

She immediately dropped the boy who stood up right away, no sign of shock or injury in his step as he calmly walked in through the back storm doors through which her assailant was now dragging her.

The man told the boy to go upstairs and proceeded to duct tape the groggy woman's arms to her sides and around the back of the chair. She was coming to, but everything was a blurry, dark gray, and she felt detached from her own body somehow, even though she could feel the awful, dry friction of a thick rope around her neck and hear what was probably the end of it land on the ground behind her as her captor threw it over a beam.

He then proceeded to produce another needle, which should have frightened her terribly, but she was too weak and out of it to even realize what he was up to. All she could see was a sort of spooky fog obscuring slight, intermittent movements. After filling the needle, the man violently pierced her heart with it. Suddenly jolted back to full consciousness, she realized he must have given her adrenaline. But, why? As if to answer her, he locked his eyes with hers and stretched his large, hairy arms out to grab her around the neck and squeeze till she saw stars, the roughness of the rope digging into her flesh beneath his hands.

Then he let her go, seeming to relish her hoarse gasps, a cheshire grin slowly spreading across his face as he turned and walked towards the stairs in a surprisingly nonchalant and airy gait for one his size. A light was shining from the second floor and strange shadows danced on the ceiling above her which she now noticed was spotted with mold and draped with hanging cobwebs.

Reaching the stairs the man called up, "It's time," and soon the ten year old playfully ran down the steps in different clothes than those he'd used to lure her here. Oh yes, he'd lured her - with her own compassion. And how easily he'd done so. Oscarworthy performance, kid... now he looked her in the eyes and began to explain with a demeanor beyond his years why she was there.

"Me and my dad have been doing this ever since I was eight," he told her. "We both love to torture people, especially pretty women. We move to a new abandoned house every month and kidnap and murder ladies and burn the house down when we're done."

Ater the little boy finished talking, he jogged back up the stairs and came back down with a lamp connected to a battery and his hulking partner in tow. He was carrying a chainsaw. She was so terrified she wet herself, the puddle spreading beneath the chair. They were both wearing ponchos, large rubber gloves, galoshes, and masks.

The man started the chainsaw in one motion then proceeded to remove the woman's leg. Without missing a beat, the little boy, who stomped in her urine puddle gleefully took a blowtorch and began burning the wound at the highest temperature. After this, the woman passed out.

The man then got another adrenaline needle and slammed it into her heart. She instantly regained consciousness and started screaming her lungs out. The man readied the chainsaw and proceeded to cut off her remaining leg which the boy cauterized as before. She screamed so violently it broke her throat, so that all she could produce was a hoarse, raspy whisper.

When the man felt she'd met the highest threshold of pain possible, her eyes rolling back in her head, nothing but tiny whimpers escaping her destroyed larynx, he hoisted the rope till she was hanging in midair, tied the end of it to the stair bannister, then split her open from stomach to chest with the chainsaw.

The last sound she ever heard was the sputtering of the chainsaw and the wet, meaty thud of her guts spilling out onto the floor. Her final thought was that her uniform had been ruined after all.

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It's a lousy story, kid. But I did my best with it. You need to read more. A lot more. Get "Writing for Dummies".

Good effort.

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And if you at least try to make it all the same tense, it will be better.