psychotic

ok im focusing on horror storys this year so here is my new one! its a story about the qquality psychotic

Psychotic walked lazily around the town of quality's he eyed everyone seeing them as future targets. he had never hurt someone before. he use to be like happiness with a skip in his step being kind and generous to every one but then he meet pain, hatred and darkness they were such good friends to him teaching him there ways of living . it seemed so much easier. taking what he whats and not caring what people think of you and just being as mean as he whats. ever sense meeting them he had lost the skip in his step and began to glare at everyone he passed. he began to form a creepy smile and even walked in a more loose crazy style. darkness liked my new looked mostly because it kept happiness away from us. maybe happiness was the one he should kill  he didn't like her much now that he had started his descent into madness. yes happiness would be perfect. he walked slowly to her house smiling with evil intention. he drew the knife from my back pocket and knocked on her door he waited a moment before she opened the door “oh hey you haven’t see you in awhile” she looked happy but he knew she was afraid of him now “may i come in?” he asked with all politeness trying to sound like my old self but he was consumed by the lust for blood, her blood i wanted to take in from her she didn't deserve it anyways she didn't need it like he did!  “um. . . .sure why not?” because I'm going to kill you he  laughed to himself “so do you want to talk to me about something?” she asked turning around to walk into the kitchen “i don't have much tim-” she froze not believing what she felt. the knife in her back. he smiled wider and it only seemed to scare her more. he yanked the knife out of her back and watched as blood bloomed from her it was like a beautiful flower. she feel to the ground and he leaned down next to her and started making little cuts on her body. oh this was heaven! he thought. he dug into her guts trying to find her heart . she was still alive and he wanted to feel it die for him self he felt it beat and graved it pulling it out with a slow motion making sure he watched her face go from pained and hurt to empty. he laughed and danced around the room excited she was finally dead. he toke a bite out of her freshly picked heart and laughed more as blood ran down his throat, arm and face. there was a knocking at the door and opened in to find kindness she looked at him horrified. he smiled knowing he could kill her to. he never did like her even as my old self he through the dead heart on the ground and graved at her she screamed but it was music to his ears. he toke his knife and stabbed at her laughing like the joker as he felt the her body struggle and fall limp. he laughed darkly and  as he smeared her blood on his face and cloths. he ran from her house laughing louder and louder until he was screaming “she’s dead she’s dead”  the police men came and pointed there guns at him. he dropped his weapon knowing he had a way out when they toke him in. they graved him and he spit blood at them still laughing his head off they pushed him into the car and he laughed and smiled happily knowing before this ride was over he will have killed two more