Night is so dark. The clock is ticking. Tick tack, tick tack... no end. Giving me the tap as my shoes dances on the hall. Moaning came from the mouth. Suffered but contains satisfaction. Not loud. No. I hope it don’t want to wake up my family. Why? Well, simple. I don’t want they realized that someone is dying. I refused. No way.
Lying alone on the room’s floor. Sweating and bleeding. Two slices on the arms still dripping the bloods. It is too bad. Because, I don’t want to harm those beautiful arms actually. No kidding. It was gorgeous and well cared, as it is reputation as the hands of young genius pianist. Next Beethoven, that’s what people said about him. Hihihi...
Naked. I want the death to be outrageous and catchy. Hihihi... I like it. Everyone should admire that muscular body. It is not only tempting but it’s perfect. Gorgeous! Although, it’s getting pale and pale.
The body make his last move. Convulses. Convulses only for one or two seconds. Then it’s stop, just before the mouth grunting as the sign that he is dying. Then stop. Death becomes him. Hihihi...
So... where am I? Well, here I am. Sitting on the top of the cupboard. Watching my body died. Hihihi...
Don’t blame me for killing my self. Life as pianist frustrated me. It’s not fun at all. Well, at least it’s not fun anymore. I’ve once enjoyed it. Practice, recital, charity party, visiting orphans, and handshakes... lots of handshakes. Practice, recital, charity party, and visiting orphan... lots of orphans. Practice, recital, and charity party... lots of party. Practice, and recital... lots of recital. Practice. And practice. And practice. And lots of practice. Boring. Pueh... practice.
Yea... I know... I know. Me myself who thought that pianist was great. But that was two years a go! That was before I came on one night and step in to his body. But now, I’ve had it enough. Two years was enough. Two years full of hard work, but less wild party.. hmm...
Now, I want to be a... a... a model! Hihihi... Yea, I’ve seen her before. On TV, on the blackboard, everywhere. She is pretty. Not to forget that she also had great shape of body. And long blonde hair. Beautiful legs. You know, model’s legs. Shortly, she is perfect.
Hihihi... I can’t wait to live on the blast of stage highlights. No need to rush. The night is still long. Hihihi... I’m sure she is still sleeping right now. Just like when the pianist did, when I snatched his life. Just like the pianist. And the genius student, the first chart singer, the basketball player, the hooker, the strong Siberian tiger, the... Well, I can’t remember all. All I remember is how I killed them. The genius student died for hanging on the church bell. The singer destroyed on her private plane crash. The tiger on ... Hihihi... I also can’t remember how I killed them.
I’ve lived for centuries. I’ve lived before Count Dracula had his canine tooth. I killed my victims long before Jack became The Ripper. I pick my body before Hitler hated Jewish. I’m old. Old enough to used my ages as the reason why I can’t remember everything. Hihihi...
So, watched out boys and girls. Because sometimes, your worst nightmares may come. And if I came, you go! Once you go, you will never come back.
Well, can’t talk any longer. New body is waiting. Got to go then. Bye bye.
Remember, I may come. Hihihi... hihihi...
