I get Grace to walk out of the apartment
without killing the old lady. “Come on Percy is waiting on us” I tell her. I
look back at the old lady smiling at me from the couch, she mouths to me. “I
won’t say a word.” I nod at her as I shut the door behind me. I manage to somehow get Grace into the car.
“Let’s go” I tell her. “She will tell on us they always do when you leave them
with a tongue.” Grace says. “Do you ever even leave them alive?” I ask Grace
sarcastically. She just rolls her eyes at me. She starts driving but I am not
sure where. We start to drive down to the warehouse district. “So are you going
to tell me the story of this place?” I ask Grace as she drives. “It’s not a big
deal. It is pretty much what the letter says I killed someone and the family
couldn’t get over the loss. So I slaughtered the whole family.” Grace says like
it is nothing. “Who did you kill?” I
ask. “I killed their prized son.” Grace
says trying to keep it short. “Grace tell me the whole story so I have an idea
of what we are walking into.” I tell her not sure if our big brother won’t try
to take Grace down memory lane. “We aren’t going to walk into anything. I
killed every single one in that family” she says. “How do you know that you
killed the whole family? How could you know something like that? Also how could
you take a whole family?” I can’t help but ask her. “It was a family reunion. I
didn’t mean to take them all out, I just did.” Grace says. “Grace I swear if
you don’t start telling me this STORY, I am going to sing Britany Spear Hit Me
Baby One More Time until your ears bleed.” I know Grace had that song stuck in
her head for like 6 months when we were kids. “If you do that I swear I am
going to kill you.” She says back to my threat. I start to do the tapping sound
like in the music video. “Oh baby baby oh baby baby”, how was I supposed to
know I would start to sing. Grace starts to scream. “STOP! I’ll tell you.”
Grace
is taking her sweet time telling me her story. “Come on get on with it
already.” I tell her. “Fine, I killed their son. You might remember him cursing
Lewis.” Grace looks at me. I do remember him. That guy was a real creep. “Yeah
I remember cursing Lewis. I hated that guy, always picking up on 8th graders
when he was like 17.” I still see his creepy smile in my head as he cruised
around our JR High looking for girls. “Yeah well he tried to get fresh with me.
So I killed him. I quartered him to be honest. I loved taking him apart piece
by piece as he begged for his life. I took my time with him. I told mom and dad
what he tried to do and they let me have the game room for the whole weekend. I
took my time killing him. He really was one of my favorite kills.” I can hear
the satisfaction in Grace’s voice. “I wish I could say I felt bad for him.
However he was the worst type of guy so I guess I am okay with you killing
him.” I say to Grace. We both laugh at the fact that I didn’t care about her
killing him. This doesn’t explain why she killed his whole family or how. “Keep
going with this story. How did that make you kill his whole family?” I ask Grace wanting to know the rest. “Well
what none of us knew is that he was really good at baseball, he was his
family’s big hope. So when he went missing they wouldn’t give up searching for
him. They would have fundraisers to pay for private investigator to try and
find him. It never worked of course because you can’t find someone who isn’t
there” Grace smiles. “Mother’s acid bath?” I ask knowing she means there is
nothing to find. “Of course, you know mom’s acid bath is the best. She has a
way with making bones disintegrate into nothing.” Grace says like she is so proud of our
mother. “Yeah, I know, so why don’t you tell me how you killed his family.” I
know Grace is just talking in circle so she doesn’t have to tell me the story.
“Okay fine, I use to go to all their family fundraisers for him. All the church
functions in their efforts to raise money to find him. I ended up getting close with his family. I
thought if I stood close to them I could convince them to move on with their
lives. It didn’t work; his selfish mother just wouldn’t let it go. She said she
missed her son but really she just wanted the money he was going to earn.” I
can hear the annoyance in Grace voice. “So after a fund raiser I spoke to her
about letting him go. It was time for her to move on. She didn’t really take
that well so I slit her throat. Some of the family over heard it so I had to
kill them to. I hid in the corner of the room and slit each throat as they came
in. Lucky one of his uncles had a gun. So I didn’t have to slit all of their
throats I also shot a few of them to. Next thing I knew I was standing in a
room of dead people, 20 dead people to be exact. I don’t even know how I did
it. It was like I turned into a killing machine, either way they were all dead.
I got scared that someone would see me there. So I ran home to clean up and
come up with a plan. I just knew I couldn’t tell my mom or dad. But when I came
back they were all cleaned up so I just took it as a win and waited to see if
anything turned up. When nothing did I decided to just forget all about it. I
guess it has finally caught up with me.” We pulled up to the warehouse. It’s
time to meet our big brother.
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