I didn't need Ronnie here tonight, not when I've planned this for so long. He amuses me, but he's becoming too suspicious, too knowing. I don't like it, why can't that whiny bitch mind his own business? I shrugged away the thought, stepping up to the shack and flinging open the door. There lay Brittany Covington, the stupid snob that's been trying to get to me since day one. Hate letters, pranks, you name it she's done it. Now I've done what she's wanted to do to me, left her bound and sobbing in the dark.
     "Hello Brittany my bestest friend!" I laughed skipping around her, she turned her head wildly trying to keep track of my every movement. I hopped over her and danced to a loose floorboard in the middle of the room. I slowly leaned over to pull it away from what it was hiding, I wanted to scare her as much as possible. I slowly removed a rusty butcher knife and set it right in her vision range. I smirked at her muffled cries and aimlessly continued to shuffle through the hole. She squirmed and struggled as I pulled out my real weapon, a shiny new hatchet  fresh from my mom's ex boyfriend's shed. I grinned leaving the knife and standing up. There was no need to put away my suplies, no one would be coming here for a long time. I turned slowly, biting my lip to fight back laughter at her sobs from behind the tape. I strolled over smiling down at her horrified form slowly getting on my knees and laying on top of her. I smiled, pushing her hair from her face before digging my knife straight into her face, right in the nasal cavity where the tissue was softest. She writhed for a moment, screams muffled by the thin line of silver.Then I drove the steel deeper still, silencing her for good. I smiled at her limp form, looking over her destroyed face, leaning in to suck up the blood. I tasted the sweet bitter taste and dug my teeth deep in the flesh of her cheeks, sucking and savoring each bite. 
     "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU" a man screamed, I jumped and looked up. Standing there was not a man, but an overly tall blonde woman. I rolled my eyes and stood up, pulling the knife from Ms. Covington.
     "W-What are you" the lady gasped in a manly voice, backing away as I started forward towards her. She couldn't live after seeing this. The woman recoiled until she was up against the closet door.I grinned and rushed her, pinning her against the wall. She howled in shock and fell back against the door throwing her into my own personal graveyard. Poor bitch, landing right in a pile of rotten bodies. Wait, what was....? I leaned forward looking at the lump in her underwear, then looking up to see her wig had fallen off revealing none other then...
     "Ronnie....?" I said raising my eyebrows, I took another glance while he still continued to scream. My lip trembled and my shoulders shook with the effort to hold back laughter. 
     "STUPID HOMOCIDAL BITCH HOW COULD YOU!!" He screamed trying to get up and falling facefirst onto my first grade teacher. I burst into manical laughter, almost falling over with how abosolutly hilarious it was.
    "DON'T FUCKING LAUGH IT ISN'T FUNNY," He growled, tears streaming down his face, slipping over bodies.
    "Aww what? Did your dress get ruined?" I giggled.
    "YES IT DID ASSHOLE,"He shouted trying to get out.
    "Oh shut up Ronnie you stupid Homo," I snorted grabbing his arm and dragging him up. He was covered in writhing maggots. 
    "Don't fucking call me that stupid slut, you're nothing without you're stupid knives!!" He sneered trying to shove around me. I grabbed his hair, wrenching his head back and sticking my knife to his throat.
    "You mean this knife gay boy, you aren't going anywhere now,"I hissed.
    "HEY WHAT'S GOING-oh my god..." A man stood at the door, gawking at the dead girl. I quickly threw down Ronnie and threw my knife at the man. It went straight into his heart. He doubled over in shock and pain.
    "HEY HANK YOU FIND HER YET?" another man shouted. Shit. My heart was racing as I grabbed Ronnie and slowly led him towards the back of the shack.
    "DON'T-" Ronnie started to complain, I shoved my gore covered hand over his mouth, continuing towards the hole in the back of the shed.
    "Hank what's going-dear god christ in heaven, MIKE LOOK AT THIS," The other man called after coming in, his mustache ruffling with  each word. Ronnie said something I couldn't understand as we stepped outside.
    "Whoa! look at this closet there's go-" another man voice which I assumed to be "Mike" gasped as I fled, hobbling under Ronnie's weight.
    "HEY WHERE YOU OFF TO!!" Mike shouted starting after us. I let go of Ronnie's neck, grabbing his arm and breaking into a run, I couldn't stay here anymore.