A few days passed after finding that disturbing blood note, my 18th birthday had arrived, that great day, that damn and fateful day where I could avenge myself and drain the hate I devoured My soul was the day the killer would appear.
I was carrying a hidden knife, that knife that my father had given me years ago, was special to me and there was no other sharp weapon worthy of committing the murder I would carry out, I knew what I should do, I should go back to that room where my Fathers were killed, possibly the hidden psychopath who would say goodbye to this earthly plane would be hidden somewhere.
There I was, the aura of that room was disgusting to me, the lights were on, it was ironic to know that in the midst of so much light death was delighted like a cinephile during the filming of his favorite work, I knew that there was the hidden death , rejoicing in the disgusting aura hoping to take either, he would not leave empty-handed.
In the blink of an eye the lights went out and I heard the sound of the room door followed by a demonic voice that said:
-"Alois, I knew you would come, it's nice to see you again, you've grown a lot and that pleases me, I'm very hungry and you would be a perfect dinner."
I felt like fear began to take hold of me, but on the other hand the thirst for revenge prevented its proliferation was a duel between fear and the desire for revenge, luckily for me the thirst for revenge was much greater and could eradicate and overshadow that fear that I could begin to feel.
Everything was dark, I was trapped, I was in the middle of the game of a psychopath, but that knife that I carried with me was my only way out, the only end to this evil, so I held on to trust what I could do with that weapon. I listened to the cautious steps of that murderer, I knew that if he made noise or any wrong movement he would die, so he was very focused thinking about how to attack.
Suddenly I tripped over the bed giving my location to the psychopath, I thought it was my end, I could hear the satisfactory laugh of death, I began to feel blood on my body, but when I realized, my hand was stabbing that knife that was stuck in the neck of the psychopath, from there came the blood, death laughed and laughed, and I also joined that feast of laughter, had accomplished my mission, had avenged my parents, had committed a murder silente guided by that knife, now to finish I would offer that damn blood to the Lord of the Night in gratitude for allowing me to do my job.
