Let me tell you how a maniac's life was destroyed.
He lived across the street from me in a run-down county road. The kids called him hoodie from his unmistakable hoodie and mask. It glows a bright red that will haunt your life. I lived across the street from him in 2-story 4 bedroom house.
He usually walked around and stalked people. With a concealed knife and revolver, everyone knew of his plea of murder ever since the fiery car accident. His mom, dad, and family were in the RV coming home from Disney when an 18-wheeler came in and slipped off the left side of the road and punctured the gas tank, leading to an exploding fire ball. No one made it out alive. The family of 6 was never found in the incinerated car. The only remains was a lump of disfigured metal. John "Hoodie" Kigali has been ticked and been extremely morbid and lonely ever since.
The only way you know he is coming for you is if you here a demonic and murderous laugh or scream. Well I was walking home from work at 2:56 A.M when I heard it, the scream. I looked back and he was there, looking straight into my soul. He pulled out his revolver and shot me in the shoulder. I grabbed it wincing in pain when I looked up he was gone. The only evidence left was 2 bullet shells. But I could have recalled he only shot 1 round. I had little time before he came back or I started losing to much blood and pass out. I started to run and heard sirens. The ambulance got out and I passed out.
I woke up with a bandage on my arm.
"Why did you shoot her?" I jumped looked up, and there was the police.
"Mrs. Hamberknack was sleeping when you shot her in the neck," I leaned up dazed and confused.
"I'm not sure what you talking about,"
I explained of my story the policeman looked confused.
"John died 3 years ago in the accident of the car crash"
Know I was completely confused when the lights blacked out.
"What the hell?"
I heard the unmistakable laugh, followed by a gurgled scream I felt water hit me. No not water. It tasted metallic and I knew it was blood. I got up and ran and my dazed self got the best of me.
I slipped on the officers blood getting balance soon and hit a wall.
"Your done for" I heard I got up and ran again. I could see the bodies from the moonlight. Dozens, everywhere.
I covered my mouth, saw a window and black silhouette about 10 meters away. "I'm screwed," I thought. I did the only thing I could think of...
I jumped. The glass breaking into nearly (and felt like) a million pieces. I didn't know how many stories up I was but with my bloody shoulder and all this glass I knew I was a goner. If you know what a bee sting feels like you have a good idea of what this felt like but millions of those combined. When I hit the ground I got up and felt my left leg go limp. Then I heard his voice.
"Thanks for clearing the way!"
Then I was running for the warehouse.
He pulled out the bloody knife and ran after me. Knife ready he cut nothing but wood. I quickly pulled out of his way and into the house. I tried blocking the door and failed. I heard a gunshot and pain surged into my left thigh. Next thing I knew I was sprawling on my back after he busted through the door. He lifted up the gun and I feared death. My life was flashing before me pictures of happy days, my first kiss, my 21st birthday party and many others. He pulled the trigger and I heard a click.
Empty. His gun was empty. I was overjoyed but scared. Quickly I kicked his knee and he collapsed. I grabbed at his knife when he sliced my forearm. Again I felt myself wincing in pain. I kicked his face one last time before I stabbed his wrist. I remember learning in boy scouts that the wrist was a pressure point and can kill you if punctured. He stopped moving. Finally he was dead. I lifted up his mask and gasped. It was my dad.