[ WP ] Your narrator seems to think he is narrating a horror story . You 're not amused .

The man sat at his desk in the teacher's office, suffering to contain the rage within him that urged him to take action. Classical music played annoyingly loud in the background while middle school students happily went about their business cleaning the school. The man knew though that this was all simply a crude veneer designed to infuriate him even more, and fuel his urge to kill. Every student in this school was a horrible caricature of a human being that deserved neither pity nor mercy. It would be all too easy for the man to unleash himself and slowly begin to destroy everything that they held dear. The bloodbath would begin simply, with the abduction of just a single student as they walked home alone. With his trusted position of authority there is no question that he could… 
 
 “ Stop that ” 
 
 … and with that domino of a single slice of sweet young flesh, the rest began to fall. The man could not contain his mirth as he stared into the horrified eyes of his student as he began to… 
 
 “ Seriously, stop that. It's not funny. ” 
 
 Student abductions were only the beginning! As the community mourned the disappearances of the three girls it gave the man the perfect opportunity to get closer to a young female teacher who thought of him as a friend. 
 
 “ I'm not doing any of that, I have no idea where you're getting these ideas. ” 
 
 But it could only begin when the man accepted his depravity and rose from his desk the cold, calculating monster that would terrorize this small Japanese town. 
 
 “ I'll get up, but only because it's time to go home. ” 
 
 On his way home, he made a small trip to the convenience store. The girl behind the counter smiled at him sweetly, making his thirst for blood swell. 
 
 “ She's nice! Stop that, you've been at this for a whole week and it's served as nothing but an annoying distraction. You really need another hobby, or more originality. ” 
 
 Originality? What kind of man does n't enjoy the murdering his innocent students and coworkers angle? It may be slightly cliché, but only because it is a classic. 
 
 “ Cliche is still cliché. What if instead of going after the obvious victims, I start my killing spree with the local Yakuza group, convinced that I am the vigilante justice necessary for real change in my community. But it turns out the only genuine feelings involved was my desire for violence, as I snowball out of control Patrick Bateman style? ” 
 
 The man has some good ideas. Perhaps he is more suited to the role of horrific villain than he once believed. 
 
 “ I realized that a long time ago, but I refuse to go through with it because on the off chance they made a movie about me I would want it in true horror movie fashion. Which leaves just one problem. For my first victim, where the hell do I find a black Yakuza member? ” 
 
 The man truly was a depraved, twisted individual.
