The Halloween Riser by Nick Venom (best ereader for textbooks .TXT) 📕

the alcohol bottle and loudly laughed. Joyce walked up to Marie’s doorbell and laughed. She kicked at the door and pounded on it. The sound waking up Marie and alerting her to the trouble. Marie got out of her bed and looked out of her window. She saw a crazy young teen pummeling her fists at the front door. She shouted at the girl and ordered her to leave. The girl paid no attention to Marie and continued to consume alcohol. Joyce kicked the door open and rushed into the room. Marie shrieked and ran to get her phone. She dialed 9-1-1 and went to press the call button when she heard complete silence. 

Joyce entered the room and slowed her pace. She wanted to rush upstairs and attack, but something caught her attention. A picture enlarged and framed. A family photo of the Risers. In the photo are the parents, Harry and Mary Riser, and siblings Marie, Max, Toby, and a couple of others that Joyce didn’t recognize. Joyce moved on from the pictures and headed, silently, towards Marie. Her steps making a soft screech. Twelve steps, thought Joyce. Eleven, ten… four, three.

“This is 911, what is your emergency?” The operator asked.

“Somebody’s inside my house!” Marie exclaimed.

Joyce heard the call from outside of Marie’s bedroom. Joyce, now fully intoxicated, took another sip and kicked the door in. Marie shrieked. Joyce saw the phone in Marie’s hand and went rampant. Joyce sliced at Marie’s wrist, dropping the phone. Marie took a step behind her, her back touching the wall. Joyce laughed uncontrollably at Marie’s pain and took another sip of her bottle. “You’re insane!” Marie shouted.

“Ha!” She snorted. She took another sip, at the point of being hammered. “Maybe I am,”

“Get out!” She shouted. Marie looked down at the phone and back at Joyce. 

 The alcohol started to mess with Joyce. “M-Marie, c-c-can’t we just…” She interrupted herself with a burp. “J-just have a g-g-good nice t-talk?” Joyce began swaying.

“Get out!” Marie repeated. “I called the police! They’re on their way!” She shouted. Joyce started looking irritated. She looked down at her bottle and muttered something to it. She winded the bottle and threw it at Marie. The bottle hits Marie in the face and blood started pouring out of her wounds. Marie shrieked and screamed louder and louder. The screams woke up neighbors who dialed 9-1-1. Marie started leaking blood, dripping it onto the floor. Joyce, noticing the lights popping up from neighbors' houses, rushed at Marie. Marie held up her arms to cover the first blow, the knife tearing into her skin. Blood gushing out of the wound. Marie used her body to push Joyce back. Joyce took a step back and tripped on a rug. She fell to the floor. Marie grabbed the knife and tore it off from her arm. Joyce got up from the floor and swung at Marie. Joyce grabbed the knife from its blade, slicing her hand to hell, and ripping it out of Marie’s grasp. She swung at Marie with her other hand, knocking her to the ground. Marie reacted quickly and kicked at Joyce’s legs, dropping her. Marie got up quickly and searched in her bedside drawer. She took out a gun and turned around to fire. She got pummeled by Joyce, who is bleeding fast and fatally. Marie, now on the floor, gripped her pistol and fired blindly. One of the shots grazed one of Joyce’s legs. The others missed, hitting the wall. Joyce’s eyebrows sharpened and she started to beat on Marie. She took her knife and stabbed Marie, continuously, until she took her last breath. Satisfied, Joyce took her time decapitating Marie, and escaping the house. She took the Cadillac back to the cabin and showed Max her trophy. The head of Marie.

“Now that I’ve completed that mission, will you take me in as your apprentice?” Joyce asked. A hint of delight rested in her eyes. She looked eagerly into his eyes. He took a step back from her.

She’ll be useful in the future. For now, I’ll take her, thought Max. He nodded and she squealed. She pranced around the small cabin and flung her arms around. She stops in the middle of the cabin and jumps up and down. The wood under her, heaving dust. It tore and tore, breaking under her. It dropped her into a pit. Joyce fell onto her back and looked around. Joyce stretched her arms and touched a slushy object. She shrieked when she noticed what she was touching. A rotting corpse of an adolescent female teen. Two other bodies are clumped into the pit along with the first one. Joyce looked up at Max, who towered over her standing on the tip of the pit’s entrance. “... W-What?” She muttered. “Is this?”

“Homicide case at 57th and Gandalf. A young woman in her twenties, Marie Riser.” The police chief told his men. 

“Wasn’t Toby Riser killed earlier?” An officer asked. 

“Yes. I suspect that it’s Max Riser. The same bastard connected to the infamous East Emerald Case. I believe that he’s targeting his family.”

“Sir, the evidence found at the second crime scene is different from the first.” The officer stated.

“I admit Marie’s death is very different from Toby’s. But that could mean anything. It could even be the lead the neighbor pumped into him that changed something. You know what? The other Risers are in danger! Go out and protect them! Protect the remaining Risers.” The chief shouted.

The Halloween Riser III: Hunter & Prey

Max came back to reality. He ended up sleeping on the table in the cabin. Joyce used the floor, away from the open hatch. Max took a peek around before deciding to move. He groaned as he moved his bandaged leg over the air and onto the floor. He drew his other leg and with a pinch of pain, he jumped and landed with a “thud”. Joyce woke up immediately with her dagger that she cradled in her arms. Her skin has patches of blood from obvious contact with the dagger. Her hair was a mess, but it wasn’t any different from when he first met her. Her baggy clothes and shapeless body panned her as a shut-in. “Oh, you’re…” Her words were interrupted by a yawn. “Sorry. Where are we going?” She asked.

“Leaving,” Max said. He moved slowly towards the door with weapons on hand. “Police tracking us.” He announced. Max walked outside of the cabin and shielded his eyes with a hand. The sun glowed overhead. The trees shielded most of the rays, but a couple bypasses the branches. The cabin was deep into the forests, but it would only take weeks, maybe days, to find the cabin. The car that Joyce hijacked stood in front of him revealed. She made no effort in hiding it. Max turned towards Joyce, who limped out of the cabin, and smacked her with an open hand.

She fell backward and onto the ground. She looked up at Max with a big red imprint of his hand on her right cheek. Max wasn’t scrawny where his punches would leave no damage to his foes. He had trained his body to near perfection to prepare for his crimes. On the other hand, Joyce was the complete opposite. She was a drunkard with a scrawny and frail body. The only reason she kept her weight was off the alcohol she ingested. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have had a chance against Marie.

Max shouted at Joyce for her foolishness. “They will track us with this!” He smacked her again similarly to pummeling her into the ground. Her open wounds, from the fight with Marie and cradling a dagger, oozed out blood. Max shouted and smacked her again breaking her face. Permanent scars showed up and blood spilled out and surrounded her body. Max winded up a final punch to end her, but a scream stopped him. He stopped and looked around. Two teenagers---both around sixteen and different sexes. One was a boy and the other was a girl whose scream originated from. Max put on a twisted smile as he took notice of them. They were high schoolers who planned to do “naughty” things in the forest where they would’ve been unsupervised. They had on their uniforms of a navy blue polo and matching pants/skirt. “If you want to serve your purpose then kill them,” He whispered. Joyce took notice and, with blood pouring out of her wounds, collected herself. She picked up her dagger and without a moment’s notice, she sprinted towards the teens. A twisted smile locked up on her face. The creepy smile of a clown sprinting at two defenseless teens.

 

A week later…

 

Joyce had killed the two teens and moved their bodies to fit with the rest of the corpses in what she called the “Corpse Pit”. The Corpse Pit held the bodies of five teens and the head of Marie. Joyce’s bruises and scars had already started healing. Some of the scars wouldn’t leave her face creating an image similar to a creepy doll with a name that started a “C” and was only a couple of feet tall. Max parked the car into the cabin with a tight snug and lit the car on fire. Max’s gut signaled to him that the police were close to finding him. He needed to dispose of the evidence and escape the area. His target was a family reunion hosted by his older brother, Logan. It was being set up in the state over. Joyce asked him the same question again. Max raised his hand and Joyce shuddered. She, for some reason, liked the pain.

Max ordered Joyce to get a new car. In the meantime, Max decided to visit a familiar location. The setting of the first crime he committed. The house, now abandoned, started to deteriorate. The brick house was slowly crumbling under its own weight. Max observed as a realtor discussed renovating plans with her company. The realtor dressed in a fancy black suit with matching high heels. The company official wore a gray suit with a nametag “Harry” on his right nipple. His slick back black hair glowed in the sun rays. The realtor’s straight black hair dipped past her waist and curled at the ends. “Do with have the budget to renovate this house?” The realtor asked.

“Our company can’t afford to renovate such a high-risk house. There was a bloody murder here only two weeks ago. You can’t expect somebody to live here yet.” He spat at the realtor. “The God damn police haven’t cleaned the place out.” he turned away from her and started walking towards his pickup truck. A red pickup with no rear license and peeling paint. The driver’s mirror was dented and the hood was floating, slightly under the guy’s line of sight. He got into the car and shouted. “If you want to renovate this house, then do it with your own money! Otherwise, leave this damn house alone!’ He drove away in a huff of smoke. The realtor stomped around in a fit of anger before getting in her red Blazer truck and hurtled away. Max disappeared without a trace. The neighbor opened his front door to see what the commotion was going outside