He laughed, with a laugh which seemed to have no end. Jules opened her eyes and saw him holding a pair of scissors. Her hands were placed behind her back. She was all tied up in a wooden chair.
She followed his hands, and movement. He waved the pair of scissors back and forth. Twisting it around in his hands as if it were a toy. He spinned it right by her face and laughed again. How she detested his laugh!
He squinted his eyes, and then slowly snipped away bits of her hair. With one free hand, he grabbed some of the hair from the floor & tossed it in the air.
‘‘You need to stop this madness!’’
Her words caught him by surprise. He clicked his tongue and bent down on one knee.
‘‘My dear Jules. The party has just started.’’
She trembled. Why was he keeping her tied up and out of sight.
He brushed her hair with his fingers, and moved her bangs out of the way to see her whole face. With a quick slash, he had made an incision along her trachea. Jules wheezed.
The pair of scissors was still lodged in her throat. Tears streamed down her face.
She watched him stare at her while she took her final breath. He pulled out the pair of scissors from her neck. Then wiped the blood from the scissors using Jules’ blue cotton sweater.
He whistled while spinning the pair of scissors in his hands. Once he was at the basement door, he looked back & sighed.
‘‘I guess I’ll have to find another one to join the party. Jules should have at least complimented me on my scissors spinning. Does she know how long it took for me to get it right? How else would I have all these scars on my hands.’’
(Note: inspired by the Michael Myers character. But this guy in this bit uses a pair of scissors to kill his victims. He also speaks/talks more than Myers. Eh, too much actually. A short little take on horror/thriller for now.)
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21st July, 2020