The+Conflagration+Kathyria+O

__ The Conflagration __

“Tell us, you sick man!!” “You are going to rot in hell for what you did!!!” “You killed them, why?!!!!” “For God’s sake, tell us!”

ﻚﻚﻚﻚﻚﻚﻚﻚﻚﻚﻚﻚﻚﻚﻚﻚﻚﻚﻚﻚ It was a Thursday at dusk, when a group of three or four kids were outside playing on the swings. I went outside and saw that no adult was present, silly mistake. I walked over to the children and asked them if they wanted to see my puppy. They accepted eagerly. At that moment I felt a little pity for them, but chuckled at my “feelings.” “Do you kids like puppies? “ I asked them. “YES!!” they all said in unison. We were in my front yard when one of the kids asked, “How come I don’t hear any barking?!” I replied saying, “Silly child, he is asleep.” With that being said, he automatically shut up. I led them to the back door of my house unperceived. I told those ratty children they needed to be quiet or else they would wake him up. I also gave them lollipops to eat in case they didn’t stay quiet. I opened my back door and looked up at the sky and saw that the planet Venus was already out which meant it was getting dark. I had the biggest smile on my face. At that very moment I knew my plan was going to work. The kids were all in my house when I locked the back door. Their facial expressions changed from happy to terrified. Nobody ever locked their doors on my street. I couldn’t help it, I let out the loudest laugh I had ever had. The kids were trying to escape when I yelled at them to shut up, brats! “LET US GO!” a boy screamed at me. I replied saying, “Now now, Michael, don’t you want to see my puppy?” “How do you know my name?!” he asked in terror. I ignored his question as I opened my basement door. “I asked you a question!” he yelled, annoyed. I picked him up and threw him down the stairs! At that very moment the three other kids started to scream! Ugh, they just don’t know what it means to shut up! I turned on my basement light and it flickered three times before it stabilized. I grabbed the other three kids; they were struggling, which made me very happy. We all walked down the 10 stairs when one of the kids got out of my grip. Can you believe it, he got out! I threw the two children onto the concrete floor. While they were moaning, I raced that one kid to the top of the stairs. Ha-ha, that dumb child thought she was going to escape. I whispered into her ear, “If you thought you were going to leave here alive you were wrong!” and she started to cry her eyes out! Ahh, it was music to my ears. I dragged her down the 10 steps and fettered her to the wall. I repeated that with the other two kids. After I finished fettering them I checked on Michael. Turns out he had died on impact. I thought “What a loser.” So I grabbed my second victim, and I tied her to my cutting table. I grabbed my dagger and held it out. Her eyes opened so wide I thought they were going to pop out of their sockets. I started to cut her skin. I started at her thigh, then her legs, her arms, her forearms, then her neck. Meanwhile she was screaming as I let the blood drip off of her. Then, I grabbed my butcher knife and chopped her head off. I repeated this to all the other children. I was done before I knew it. Now the only problem was getting rid of the bodies. I had no foresight in this. I had thought of just doing the obvious; burying them in the woods. So, I grabbed all of the bodies and put them in a plastic bag. While I was picking them up, I got blood on my clothes. They were so small they all fit in one black hefty bag. I changed my shirt so when I left my house I didn’t look too suspicious. When I went outside people are frantically looking for their kids. Ha, losers. I put the bag into the trunk of my car and drove off. I drove off into some unknown area and stopped. I pulled over and took out the bag and threw it onto the dirt floor. I took out my lighter and lit the bag on fire. At that very moment a strong gust of wind blew through the area. It felt abnormal; something was wrong. The wind blew out the fire. It was so weird, I just drove off without looking back. When I got home, I went back to the basement to clean the blood from the floor. When I finished, I went upstairs and fell asleep.

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It was a new day when I heard screaming outside my door. I wondered what it was since I had killed everyone that would make such a ruckus. I opened my door and saw all the parents of the kids I had killed standing at my door! I was starting to panic, but I had to stay calm. I couldn’t make myself look suspicious. They started to yell at me, asking why I killed their kids. I just said, “What are you talking about? Who would do such a crime?!” I was starting to close the door when one of the parents yelled, “ I know you killed them. Karina told me!” Karina was one of the girls I had killed. “Uh oh!” I thought. “What are you talking about? If she’s dead how did she tell you that I killed her!” I replied in fear. “ Was that strange gust of wind that randomly happened the ghosts of those ridiculous children?!” I thought. “Tell us, you sick man!!” “You are going to rot in hell for what you did!!!” “You killed them, why?!!!!” “For God’s sake, tell us!” “We went to the police, and they don’t believe us, for some odd reason!” The parents accosted me one after another. I quickly replied, “Why should they believe you?! You guys think you heard your DEAD children tell you I killed them!” That’s when they attacked me! I couldn’t believe what was happening! I, the attacker, was being attacked. “I’m dreaming. This isn’t true” I thought. They entered my house, beat me with their fists. Then they dragged me down to the basement, and fettered me to the wall. “We are seeking revenge on you for what you did,” Karina’s mother said. While she said that, the other parents started to take something out of a bucket. It smelled of gasoline. I laughed at their attempt to kill me. “You couldn’t come up with something more creative?!” I taunted them. “You son of a…” one of the parents started to reply to my remark when I cut them off saying, “Shut up!” At that moment the parents started to leave, and as they left they lit a match and let it fall. I felt a sudden sense of peace and silence as I saw it fall in slow motion until it hit the floor and started a fire. I couldn’t help but laugh. The last thing I remember was the flames rising up and burning me as the fire alarm went off. I bet the parents were satisfied with what they did. But what they didn’t expect was for me to come back to life as a spirit, as their silly children did. I noticed that a conflagration doesn’t just kill whoever is burned. It brings them back to life! It might be a slow, painful death, but it’s worth it, if we can come back to life afterwards. Don’t you think?