| However, this did not mean he wasn’t bitter.
He was forced to live a life of solitude, not really fitting in anywhere. Women snickered at the sight of him, making speculating jokes about the size of his penis, men also belittled him with similar remarks, but he could look past that. Knowing that Jason’s parents also poked fun at him irritated him beyond all of that. That knowledge was the final straw. He foolishly believed they were his friends. When they went away on vacation, and needed someone to check on the house and gather their mail, who did they turn to—Jeff. When they needed a last minute babysitter, who did they turn to—Jeff. The fact that they used him infuriated him. Rage swelled inside him, consuming him, twisting his thoughts, and giving him salvation. “Laugh it up, while you can,” he said aloud, “for tomorrow night. I shall kill you all,” he said with a maniacal glee. For the next twenty-four hours, Jeff made the necessary preparations. The first thing he did was to pull his old costume down from the attic and tried it on. Fortunately, it still fit and he knew it would be the perfect disguise. He also blended a special punch. In a large bowl, he poured a little fruit punch and a lot of household cleaners he had laying around, along with a dash of rat poison for that extra kick. Jeff wasn’t concerned with Jason and his parents. His plan was to kill them first, and pose as Jason. He knew he needed to take the rest of the brats out at the same time. The deadly punch would do it for him. His plan was to trick them into a toast, he would pretend to drink as well; they wouldn’t know what hit them. When three o’clock rolled around, Jeff sat by the window, watching for Jason to come home from school. As he came walking around the corner, that evil grin once again stretched across his face. He watched Jason enter his home and then made his move. He stood up, grabbed his axe, and headed next door. There was no fence separating the two pieces of property, making his task easier. He walked through the bushes, concealing the axe behind his back. Once he reached the back door, he rang the doorbell. He knew Jason was alone. Both his parents worked, and they wouldn’t be home until five. “What do you want—” Jason attempted to say upon seeing Jeff standing at the door, but a quick, unexpected blow to the head with the axe, silenced him—permanently. Jeff embedded the blade in his forehead, right between the eyes. Jason’s lifeless body fell backwards, and he entered the home, closing the door behind him. He dragged the body down into the basement, a streak of blood trailed behind. One that Jeff thought would add to the décor. With Jason’s body out of the way, he carried on with his plan. He searched all the cabinets in Jason’s house until he found their punch bowl. With the bowl out, he returned to his own home and retrieved the killer-punch. Jason’s mom was the first to come home. Jeff was busy upstairs, preparing for her arrival. He heard her call out as she entered the house. “Jason, don’t you think this is a little much?” she asked upon seeing the streak of blood. “I’m not cleaning this!” she added, stepping over the trail and entering the living room. She hung her over coat in the closet, slipped her high heel shoes off, and carried them upstairs to her bedroom. As she stepped into the room, the backside of the axe greeted her, rendering her unconscious. “You look lovely today, Mrs. Bailey. What’s that?” he asked to no response as he dragged her over to the bed. “You want me to take off these cumbersome clothes? Sure thing,” he said, tossing her onto the bed. Slowly he undressed her, and when her silky white flesh was exposed to him, he tied her to the bedframe. Her legs were spread wide open, and as he stared at the moist, tender pink flesh, he felt an unbearable pressure inside his jeans. * * ************************************************************************************ Jason’s friends arrived at the house five minutes before eight o’clock. They all arrived together, making it easier on Jeff. Kevin’s vampire costume consisted of black clothes and a small droplet of blood at the corner of his mouth. Karen’s costume was also simple. She was wearing regular street clothes, heavy eyeliner, and two fake puncture wounds on the left side of her neck. Dillon had no right calling Kevin’s costume lame earlier, for he was dressed up as a pirate, complete with a fake parrot perched on his right shoulder. Melissa on the other hand had been the most creative. Her hair was tied back and she was dressed in her brother’s clothes. If it weren’t for the two large lumps on her chest, she would have been a dead wringer for a guy. When the doorbell rang, he answered it promptly. “What the hell?” Kevin said upon seeing a large blonde hairball standing before him. |