[ WP ] You are the serial killer , and you 've found a family in a house in the woods . . . have fun

Darkness envelops me. 
 
 My fingers tingle with excitement. 
 
 I grip my bat with fierce strength. 
 
 I slink up to the side of the house. 
 
 It's dinnertime. 
 
 The family is sitting down, hands clasped, in prayer. 
 
 I look at my reflection. A mask agape with fear stares back. 
 
 I'm filled with excitement. 
 
 I swing my bat at the window, shattering it inwards and glass tinkles onto the wooden floor inside the house. 
 
 The family jolts up in unison. 
 
 `` Oh crap, everyone sit down, I'll, uh, I'll get a broom.'' Says what I think is the father. 
 
 I hear his footsteps thud into another room. 
 
 I run around the house to a door and try the knob. 
 
 It's open. 
 
 The father is looking into a closet in the kitchen that is next to the room I've entered. 
 
 I exhale shakily. 
 
 I walk up behind him. 
 
 He spies my shadow, and turns. 
 
 He does n't say a word. 
 
 I've got my hands around his neck. 
 
 `` -uh, guck-... -hel-Beth-... B-'' He gargles uselessly. 
 
 His body falls limp to the floor. He called for Beth. She did n't hear. 
 
 The family is quietly talking at the table. I can see the mothers back from the kitchen doorway. 
 
 I open a cabinet and reach for a glass. I firmly grip it and walk back to the doorway. I look for a possible exit before I move. 
 
 There's a door that leads to either a closet or a basement to my right. 
 
 I let the glass fly through the air and it hits the mother in the neck, shattering around her head and leaving a few pieces on the table, floor and in her neck. 
 
 She screams in pain. 
 
 I let out a quiet chortle and open the door to my right quietly, and slip in. 
 
 It's a closet. 
 
 The family moves as one to the kitchen, and find the father lying on the floor. 
 
 The mother drops to the ground and sobs. The child runs to his room in fear and two other elderly women start panicking. 
 
 The elderly women leave the kitchen and walk to one of the rooms to probably find the telephone. 
 
 I've cut the cords. 
 
 I walk to the back of the closet and kick down the door. 
 
 The mother recoils and starts wailing. 
 
 I repeat her name over and over again, hopefully shocking her. 
 
 I'm really excited. 
 
 I let my bat collide with her jaw and the crunch of bone against wood is so satisfying. 
 
 She's unconscious. 
 
 Time to play cat and mouse. 
 
 The two elders are in the other room, probably locked the door. 
 
 I run upstairs. 
 
 I call out for the little boy. 
 
 I hear him crying. 
 
 I find him hiding under a blanket in the corner of his room. 
 
 He was quick and easy, his head was so small and weak. 
 
 I move downstairs and the two elderly women have run outside of the house. 
 
 My heart quickens and I sprint outside, catching the two of them. They are small and fragile. 
 
 I tie them to chairs next to the fireplace in the dining room and assemble the bodies around them. 
 
 I get gasoline from my car that I brought up here. 
 
 The house is in flames. 
 
 I am satisfied. 
 
 I had fun. 
 
 But, I'll get bored again. 
 
 I'll have to repeat the process. 
 
 Repeat. 
 
 Repeat. 
 
 Repeat. 
 
 Repeat. 
 
 Repeat.
