Seasonal Fun

(Author’s Note: I’m not sure how I’m supposed to do trigger warnings but I feel as though I should note that this story is intentionally written as if the reader is the monster/bad guy in a horror film, so it may be disturbing to some. -JS)


They’re in there somewhere, sprinting as quickly to the room that they feel safest in, locking doors behind them. We know that they’re there, and we aren’t particularly concerned. They might know that we’re coming now but we know that they’re scared, and we know where they’re going to hide.
We take a few steps forward, through the front door, and start walking slowly, unerringly, towards their room. Along the way we take care to not make any noise, the better to make them more afraid, the better to make them think that it might be all in their head. It’s always so much more fun when they don’t think we exist. We slink forward, but decide to take a quick detour to the breaker room before we go in. We’re not in any sort of rush, after all.
There are a few hooks on the wall, where it seems like a gun had been hung. Shit, they’ve seen a horror movie before. We can see them now in our mind’s eye, standing in their bedroom, facing the door, daddy’s shotgun at the ready. We walk slowly out of the house, but with a bit more urgency than before, measuring our steps to hide that anything could be bothering us. This one’s still thinking, we’ll have ones that we can take our time with later. We make our way around to the side, finding the window that looks into their room.  
Now we can physically see them again, standing against the wall right by the door, shotgun at the ready. We smile, an idea coming to mind. A note is left by the front door. ‘Please be quiet coming in, I went to bed early.’ The next morning will come and nothing will have happened. It may make it harder for us in the long run, and it may mean that we don’t get to kill anyone tonight, but it’ll make the rest of the season so much more fun! And really, what’s their life worth if you aren’t enjoying taking it?

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