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Tyler's New Guest
By PunkNerd
The smell was horrible. Blood stained the walls. Hand prints of long forgotten whores littered the dust covered wall paper. A jumble of bones and decaying flesh was heaped upon the floor.My god had he really done all of this? There had to be twenty women in here.
Tyler shut the door to the old guest room in disgust. He shook his head softly, shaggy blonde hair spilling into his eyes.He stepped into the bathroom, soft light filtering through a dirty bulb with the flick of a switch. Tyler stepped to the mirror, cold brown eyes staring back at themselves. With a sigh Tyler moved from the sink and to the shower. A small spider was washed away as the water spiraled down the drain.
Serial Killer. It was printed in plain black lettering, a fair warning on a white cotton shirt. The tee was pulled over Tyler's head, the hem getting tucked into old blue jeans. Black and White Chuck Taylor All Stars were pulled over dirty white socks. Keys that started an old, rusted in the quarter panels Rebel Machine were lifted from an end table before Tyler stepped outside, into the warm night air.
Sharon's feet hurt. Like hell. A leg was bent upwards, a hand pulling off a black pump, slipping it back on after a second. That hadn't helped but she would deal with her feet later. She had a client.
Sharon stepped to the white car. It had seen better days, it's red and blue racing stripes faded by years out in the sun. Sharon shrugged softly as she bent her back, looking through the passanger side window.
"hey"
Tyler looked to the prostitute. She was pretty, long blonde hair and blue eyes. Hitler would approve he thought, smiling to her as he spoke::
"hi, get in"
Sharon nodded and opened the door, wincing as it creaked. She sat, lowering a mini skirt clad ass to the torn interior. She amiled softly, looking over to him.
"Nice shirt"
Tyler smiled, nodding as he pulled from the curb
"i like to give people a warning, it's only fair."
Sharon forced a laugh, this guy was creepy.
"going to a hotel?"
"No, my house"
"oh"
Sharon shrugged and nodded some, they made small talk until he reached his house, she stood from the car, sighing as she looked to the house. I't was small, the paint peeling from the wood, he obviously wasn't much of a mower, the grass snake up her ankles to her shins.
Sharon smiled softly as Tyler apologized for the mess as he led her inside, he offered her a seat on a brown dusty couch. Sharon complied and watched him step out of the living room, out of her sight, he spoke as he moved down the hallway.
"I have to be honest, i didn't bring you here for sex."
Sharon nodded some, even though he could't see her, guys were always just wanting to talk. hey as long as she got paid. she heard his foot steps on the plain bare wooden floor, he was coming back. She looked to him as he steppe dbakc in, standing quickly when she saw the axe in his hand. Tyler was quick though, the blade slip her knee cap as she screamed, falling to the floor.
"Oh my god! Help me!"
Sharon struggled to get up, yelling as Tyler grabbed her hair, blodd flowing freely from her leg as he pulled her down the hallway. The smell of rotting meat met them as the guest room door was opened and she was pulled in. Her hands and good leg swung frantically, smashing through bone and mush that had once been her Co-Workers.
Tyler stepped out and shut the door, turning the key slowly as he listened to the door lock. Tear rolled down his cheek as he fell to the floor, flailing about as he screamed.
"You made me do it! You whore!"
Tyler began to laugh as he stood, it was her fault, she was the devil in a short dress. He was doing a favor for the species. No whore would make god look down upon man he thought. Tyler just wished she would stop screaming as he walked down the hall, grabbing a mop as he stepped into the kitchen. It was time to clean.
6/22/2002 2:18:08 AM
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