• I have to……I have to kill…..I can’t wait any longer.

    He walks in drunk, A fat man named Roger Ellis. He puts his keys on a small table by the door to his small, almost to small for him to live in, apartment. He takes off his jacket with trouble getting it off his back then kicks off his shoes. He shakes his head a curses like a sailor.
    “What the ******** beer always gets me going….and I just can’t stop.” He puts his fat arm out and tries to flip on the light switch, but no lights come on. Roger legs out a grunt in anger but hobbles off to his living room. He can see now after stepping out of the pitch black dark, The only light is a TV showing infomercials about a hair growth. Roger doesn’t own a bad in his cockroach infested apartment, Just an old coach in front of his only friend…..The TV. Roger sits down on the couch and reaches for the remote. He flips through the channels but finds nothing on.
    “Damn it to hell” Roger screams at his friend and throws the remote at its screen. Roger closes his eyes listening to the show he left it on before he threw his remote, But he opens his eyes when the sound of a bad sitcom laugh stops. Roger looked at the TV, It was off and now there was no light tin the apartment besides a street lamp that that only game the room minor light.
    “Is anyone there” Roger said in his deep rough voice.
    “…..Yes there is” a voice called out from the shadows. Roger got up as fast as he can, Which was mediocre at most.
    “Who are you…..And why the ******** are you in my house” said Roger as he felt around the room for something to defend himself with.
    “I’m here because I can control my urges anymore” The voice replied. Roger turned his fat head around the room over and over again looking for where the voice was coming from.
    “Hitting someone over the head is the best thing to do” The man thought as he approached Roger from behind. Roger turned around to see an man his face covered by darkness. This man raised a frying pan and slammed it across Rogers head. The man rubbed his nose and sniffed before looking at the ground. Roger was getting up slowly.
    “But some of the big guys have to be hit twice” The man thought and hit him over the head again finally putting the large Roger down and out.



    Roger opened his eyes a few hours later and looked around his apartment. It was full of light now and he could see. The man who hit Roger in the head walked out of the kitchen holding a large cutting knife.
    “You asked earlier who I was” The man said as he walked over to Roger who was bound with rope. The man stood over Roger and put the cold steal of it to his throat.
    “PLEASE DON’T DO THIS TO ME” Roger said franticly as he tried to shake out of the rope. “I well do any thing please don’t do-” Roger was interrupted by the man who slapped him.
    “Stop that it never helped anyone before” The man said as he put the knife back on Rogers neck.
    “My names Harry…..And im a serial killer” Harry said as he swiped the knife across Rogers neck.