The Sacrifice

In the night, I lurked under the light of the full moon, for a moonlit walk. I headed to Ramar Village. Which was the subdivision full of fresh air, wide open areas, many trees and barely any houses for the rich. I used to live here, and it turns out the apartment I used to live in was the address of the man who rejected me whilst he ate peanuts. I forgot his name, but regardless, the motive and the next chapter of my book is what matters. If I do this right, I can get myself a new chapter for the new book about murder.

I still haven't gotten a serial killer title. However, I can still make more crime scenes in order to keep the notoriety infamous for my name.

So, I headed to the gate of Brookwood Luxury Apartment, but there was a guard. It was that same guard from before around a few years ago.

"Hey, stop!" The thin-skinny guard, wearing a polo shirt with a holster on its belt, but it had no weapon held on it.

"It's me, remember? Klein, from before. I still live here. The crazy schizo kid that is unable to go outside for a long time? I snuck out and wanted to get back home as fast as I could. Please, don't tell my parents."

"Alright. Sorry, I thought you were someone else. Come right in."

"Thank you! I will never forget what you did for me."

I headed inside and used the old key from the same apartment room, since I lived here before. Then, it successfully opened. Everything was quiet, the silence was deadening to my ears, and the obscure darkness that is beyond the front door cloaks my identity.

I crouched down and snuck pass through the living room, then the kitchen, I grabbed a kitchen knife and took out the marker from the study room. That is when I drew Nyarlathotep's sigil onto the blade. Then, I snuck upstairs and held the doorknob, twisted it, then slowly opened the door as it made a creak.

"Who's there?!" Shouted the man in a mixture of confusion, shock, and terror.

He stood up and walked to the door but I was nowhere to be found. He flicked the switch to turn on the lights, but he doesn't know I turned off the switchbox under the cellar, because I memorize this place like the back of my hand. That is when I tripped him from the shadows, causing him to fall onto something sticky and had a soft texture, yet the item was so cold.

He touched it, turned on his phone, and turns out it was the head of the guard from the same building he worked at. He screamed as I appeared from the darkness to the light of his phone, that is when he ran away. It's a good thing the apartment rooms are soundproof.

He ran away as fast as he could for his life. Then, he hid inside the closet. Then, he saw me through the closet door, trying to find him, I went close to the closet, as his heart beat faster, and faster. I looked at the closet, then he covered his mouth shut with his two hands. As sweat and tears fell down his cheeks, as if he was taking a shower. Making himself drenched in sweat and piss all over his clothes.

And then… I walked away, as he sighed in extreme relief. But he doesn't know, I was already behind him inside the same closet, grabbed him, and he screamed like a little bitch.

Then, I thrusted the knife into his throat and pinned him down onto the bed, and sexually licked his neck, piercing my canine teeth into his wound, sucking and drinking every last drop of his blood, slowly draining him like grapes. I absorbed his life. Then, I thrusted the tip of my knife into his chest, then slashed the edge across his gut down to his crotch, slowly…

As then, I ripped out his intestines, and wrapped them around his neck, and hanged him up on the ceiling as if it was a noose.

Then, I drew Nyarlathotep's sigil with the man's blood onto the floor, smearing his crimson life fluids across the ground, under the hanged man.

Then, I turned on the candles, and started to chant, "Renich, Tasa, Uberaca, Biasa, Icar, Nyarlathotep!!!" over and over again for an entire hour, as I gradually started shaking uncontrollably, with my eyes rolled up, with my legs crossed seated onto the flooring, as I meditated in complete trance, murmuring the incantation.

Then, I manipulated the blood's energy onto the bloody sigil, splattered across the floor, calling out the Great Old One Himself.

I offered the dead man's soul into the void, and asked to be blessed with my desires. Then, I completed the ritual, closed the portal from oblivion, praying to the Dead God to kindly leave peacefully, thanking him for attending my rite, and then closed with the final rite which was "Amen" in my tongue, to which was "So, Mote It Be…"