It was a dark stormy night. I was in my room listening to the radio when an emergency broadcast interrupted the song. "Attention! James Haldin, aka the Gut Grinder, has escaped from San Juarez Sanitarium. Haldin has been known to rip open his victims stomach and mash the internal organs together in a slimy lump. Please, lock...."
I turned off the radio. I thought to myself, That really isnt something a radio broadcast shouold be saying on the radio. He could scare someone.
I decided to call my girlfriend, Kaya. "Hey, Kaya! Would you like to come over for a visit?"
"Sure!" I hear on the other line. "Just...le...me.....my......stu...."
"Kaya?! Kaya!" I growled. The power must have been cut due to the storm. I had hoped she would be okay.
I hear a knock on the door and wonder who it could have been. I look in the peephole and see a man in a dark gray suit and a bloody mask over his face breathing quietly. He held a large knife in his hands. I covered my mouth quietly and tiptoed away from the door, hoping he wouldnt hear me.
Suddenly, I see a flash of lightning and at the window, the man stared directly at me. I let out a low cry of terror and thought, Oh s**t! It's the Gut Grinder! He's come for me!
I heard a knock on the door again and a voice that was both reassuring and alarming. "Alex? It's Kaya! Are you there?" Kaya resumed knocking.
No! I tried to scream but no words came out. Run away! He looked in the peephole and noticed the Gut Grinder coming up behind Kaya.
I screamed as the Gut Grinder took his knife and rammed it through her chest. She cried in horror as the killer twisted the knife wildly around and sloshed her intestines. Her blood splattered the door and I cried, "KAYA!!!!"
I was full of rage and ran to get my gun. I grabbed the 9mm and ran towards the bloody scene. "You motherf***er!" I took aim at the man and fired all rounds into him.
He just looked at me in anger and annoyance and grabbed his knife. I threw the gun at him and ran inside the house. He followed me throughout the house. I did all I could to avoid him. He eventually caught me and shoved me onto the coat rack. He took his knife and gutted me. I screamed in pain as the cold steel pierced through my flesh and tore it all up. I gasped for air and died as the sound of police sirens resonated throughout the house. I hung my head as the blood dripped down and soaked the living room carpet. As my life faded into oblivion, I had only one thought, "Kaya."
THE END
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