Murder on my Mind

He stood by the river bank with murder on his mind.  It had been too long and his body was becoming restless.  His blood boiled hot so that his whole body screamed, the monster inside protesting against its incarceration.  He had been watching her with a desire so strong he thought it would be never-ending, and he knew the time was near.  Each night he fantasised, her contorted face emblazoned in his memory as he hacked, strangled and beat his way to ecstasy; his actions the shields against insanity.  The madness of his monster needed to be fed. 

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Clarice’s Dream

The thudding noise of Clarice’s dreams had entered the real world.  It was no longer a sign that he was coming, but a sign that he was already here.  His dark shadow now loomed in the corner of the room, growing with each snatched glance she dare take it eclipsed the real world.  His shape became indefinable as it swallowed her safe place, forever tainting it with his suffocating presence.  Clarice remained frozen as he loomed over her, feeling a chill like an icy burn as he weighted her down.  He was here and he wasn’t leaving without her.