[Hor/Tra] Walk into the darkness... [M]

Walk into the darkness is really a series of short stories. Each post will be a different story, many of which are phsychological horror. A few are tragedy, and one or two are mysteries.

Most of the stories are written in first person perspective.

Recognition
Nobody ever talks to me anymore. I can see why some of them do, what with jobs and all, but I'm feeling lonely. All of my friends have left me for their careers, while I simply work at the general store.

This girl I like at work, I've decided to talk to her. She works in the hardware department with the chainsaws and all that. She was talking to a customer when I walked over to her.

"Hi, my name is Gerald." I said. She made a disgusted look on her face and went back to helping the customer. Even a bald headed short guy's getting more recognition than I am. I can't believe it!!!

"Excuse me, but I think I was trying to talk to you." I growled. She looked me square in the eye, despite the fact that I was nearly two feet taller than her, and replied.

"I don't talk to people like you. I know what you did!" She stormed off to the chainsaw rack. A man had taken a chainsaw and was testing it on what he thought was testing wood.

"Why, why is it that people hate me for an accident!!!" I thought. My blood was pumping with adrenaline at my surging anger.

"That was five years ago!!!" I growled. It was then that I came to my senses. People hold things against you, whether they were accident or not. "If the world is like that...I...must...hurt...the.. WORLD!!!" I thought.

The man turned out to be a robber, and threatened the girl I used to like with a switchblade. "Chainsaws are good." I thought. I grabbed one off of the rack and went to work cutting the man down.

He screamed as the spinning blade came upon his head. The metal grinding through the man's skull made me giggle. The woman was screaming her lungs empty, not even bothering to move from the spot.

A nearby man called the police, and ran for the door. The chainsaw remained stuck in the first man's head, so I took his knife.

"You were the only thing keeping me from doing this." I hissed to the woman. She screamed one final time before the knife met her stomach. Oh the blood, it felt so warm and good on my hand.

Once she was dead however, I could hear sirens going off outside. "Finally, the only friend I have left." I thought.

Policemen were searching the building for me, not bothering to look in the most obvious places. I hid in a coat rack, letting many cops go past. Finally a cop began to search the coat racks.

I remember his face when he found me. His eyes were wide with surprise... Until I cut them out. Heheheheheheee!!!!

The moment his body hit the floor I ran for the door. I had harmed the world enough, it was time for me to accept my punishment. I quickly made it to the parking lot, that's where I was shot alot.

Several cop cars were parked with police tape between them. The entire police force was there. Half of them were holding people behind the police tape, all of them watching me die.

The other half were firing bullets and more bulllets into me. I heard screaming, blood all over me. I finally got some recognition dieing on my knees. Ready for hell, because compared to my life it should be an ease...

*Switching to TV report on death*
An anchorman relates the news on Gerald's sudden killing spree, which was quickly followed by his death. The man had gone temporarily insane five years ago, killing his wife and baby child.

After four and a half years of staying in an insane asylum, Gerald was released due to the fact that he showed no signs of relapsing. Anybody that knew him tried to avoid him. That loneliness had eventually driven him to get recognition the only way he could...