William woke to the sound of the floorboards creaking, a sound not so as alarming, but as intruiging. He called out for his parents with his voice. Upon the recieving of no answer, decided to investigate: he had no choice! With his Joker slippers fastened and Batman flashlight in his grip, he set out to see what made the sound, but heard the drip. He turned on his heels and questioned the noise. Immediately did his head make up reasonings, just like all young boys. Yet rapidly his confidence did slip, was only hastened once more when he heard, again, the drip. Quivering with fear, William realized the sound to be from the cieling.
When he racked up the courage to shine his light, he was sent back reeling. Slowly did the feet of his parents dangle, the severity of the ropes causing the bleeding. Intricate was the bloody web weaving, each Fly placed so precisely. To a sadist or one of a disturbed mind, they might compliment it quite nicely. Yet it was nothing of the sort to the poor boy. Traumatized by disbelief and shock, he had become His toy. Well placed was his ploy, to place images of His victims family in a suicidal manner above his bed! Brilliantly crafted, He had said. To lock his bedroom door, leaving him to stare at his parents and siblings, now dead. Thus forcing him to hide in his closet for an escape, where He'd be waiting with the tape.
Like a fly to a spider, William ran to the safety of his closet, shaking with fear. It took him until he had stopped screaming, to notice someone was near. As William turned, he succumbed to the Bogeyman's Leer.
As policeman searched Williams room, searched, teared and ripped, all they could find was the message in blood: Drip Drip Drip
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