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His Little Secret
Read Count : 281
Category : Stories
Sub Category : Horror
It's his own little secret. Nobody would guess that he would do such a thing. They wouldn't understand. That's why he hides it...no her. Down....down the dark hallway to the old door on the left is where she stays. Where she lays asleep. So beautiful she is. He thought. It wasn't expose to be like this. It was mere interest at first. He saw her a few months ago, where he would get his afternoon tea at a small little coffee shop that was walking distance to his house. It was as if time stopped when she walked in. So full of confidence and life. He was at awe. No other woman before her made him feel this way. He knew that she was the one. The others were failures. They never truly gave him what he needed. Every single one of them were tainted. Fakes who pretended to be pure. But she's different he can feel it. So that following night he followed her home. For the next 3 months he went everywhere she went. He now knew what her favorite places were to go to. He wanted to know more about her. Now's the time he thought. He waited that night at her house. He knew that her work shift ended at 9:30pm. So he waited and waited. Finally he heard a car pull in the driveway. He glanced from behind the tree he was hiding himself at. So beautiful as always he thought. She stepped out of her Honda civic, locking her car afterwards she starts walking torwards her door to her house. Now was the time he thought. He slowly inched his way to her. Carefully walking his way torwards her trying to not make a sound. He gets behind her and wraps his right arm around her throat and squeezes. At first she panics and struggles to get free. They all do that at first. But after about a minute she passes out from the lack of oxygen. "Easy peasy." He says. Chuckling he bends down to pick her up. He carries her to his grey truck and lays her in the back. Only taking about 15 minutes to get to his house, he carries her down his hallway into her new room that he set up just for her. The others stayed here to. But just for her he painted the wall red. It was yellow before but he painted it red because it was her favorite color. He found that out on the second day of watching her. He even bought new black curtains and a new white bed spread. She's going to love it he thought. Walking into the bedroom he lays her down on her bed. He sets to work on tying her hands to the bed post. Then he set to work on her legs. After he was done he stepped back to look at his finished work. He beamed with pride. "Finally! Three months of waiting paid off." He smiled and walked to the door. Oh! He almost forgot. He ran to the kitchen and grabbed the bouquet of roses he bought earlier. He walked back to the woman's room. Walking in he set the roses beside her. Pulling one out he set to work by pulling the petals off and spreading them around her. After finishing the rest he was stunned. This was more than he was anticipating! The picture was coming together faster than he thought. Now he needed to grab his paint, brushes and his canvas. He would paint this beautiful scene. After setting everything up, be had to wait. Wait for the beautiful woman to wake-up. He needed to see her face expressions! He needed to see the fear, confusion and the desperation to get free. He needed this to complete his master piece. It has always ended in failure. Those other woman didn't give him what he wanted. Those expressions of anger, judgement. Those eyes that see a weirdo... a freak! They don't understand...none of them do. But she's different. She really is. This time he will finish it.