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“For what?” I ask, confused.

Mask in hand, I ignore the sticky texture

I watch as Cam presses her weight against Byron’s neck again.

“You know, if you used a chainsaw, it would be a lot more effective,” I say, pointing out the obvious.

“Yeah, but it wouldn’t be as fun. Now remember, you need to lay low for a while. The Campbells are known around this town, so if you insist on being out and about, masked is best. Wear that when you go “see” her,” Cam air quotes.

Cam already knows how I am, even without telling her that Blair initiated seeing me tonight, I can’t help myself. Ihaveto see her, in her natural habitat, when shethinksshe’s alone.

“You know how people in that neighborhood are. They see a six-foot-six man with blood splattered all over him, they won’t hesitate to call the cops. Which will begin a domino effect of revealing tonight’s activities,” she adds.

I don’t doubt it. The Van Tassels reside in a cul-de-sac of busy bodies, but I’m used to blending in to watch her. It’s part of the fun.

“Don’t worry, I’ve spent many a night outside her window with no cops called yet.”

“Yet, being the key word. Good luck.” Cam nods as I waste no time and quicken my pace towards my truck. The smell of stale booze and death still lingers. It doesn’t matter though, not even this displeasing aroma can ruin my night.

With my phone now snug between my grip and the steering wheel, I reread the last message from my final girl on my Instant Messenger app as I begin to drive away from the quarry.

FinalGirlsRock_666: I’m counting on it :-P

Obsessively my eyes scan the illuminated screen. Taking in every syllable, savoring every letter in the four-word sentence that she wrote, even down to the playful tongue sticking out emoji.

I continue to stare and mouth the last message from her aloud as I drive, my voice muffled by the mask that covers my face. The words feel like music to my gauged ears. Each time I read them or say it aloud, my cock twitches with the anticipation of seeing my little minx.

It feels surreal that Blair Van Tassel,my final girl, the only girl to ever make me feel alive when my life has been surrounded by so much death, is counting on seeing me. The Boogeyman that will do anything to make her scream.

Finally, back in town, theWelcome to Sleepy Hollowsign fills my rear-view. My cock begins to throb, pressing against the studs that pierce its length, thinking of how this moment that I’ve fantasized about, when I wouldn’t have to hide behindBoogeyman_Of_Haddonfield_31, a virtual alias I designed to grab her attention, will now be over, becauseshewants to meet me in the flesh.

Cam spoke of luck before at the quarry, but I’ve never believed in it. It always felt like a cop out. Was luck on my side when my father was killed? Or when my mom remarried, and I had to share a home with monsters who were worse than the ones in horror movies? Has luck ever been on my side when I needed to not only kill but hide the crimes that I commit so I could live free another day? The answer to all of that is no.

We have to work for what we want in this life. Just like I have worked tirelessly to learn everything I possibly can about Blair Van Tassel. Luck has nothing to do with the way I forced myself into her life, and it will have even less to do with what I’m willing to do to keep it that way.

CHAPTERSIX

October 30th, 2008

Pulling my hoodie over my head, I emerge from my truck. Erring on the side of caution, I check over each shoulder making sure the coast is clear before I blend in with the night air and saunter my way across the street to the Van Tassel household.

Aside from the porch light that illuminates the front entry, the house is in complete darkness. So dark in fact that if it weren’t for my handy tracker, it would be easy to assume she isn’t home. But she’s here,in her bedroom towards the back of the house, just a couple feet from where I’m walking, and blissfully unaware of the feast my eyes are about to have on her.

Once I make it past the front of the two-story colonial, I flatten my back against the siding, angling my footsteps so my backside rubs against the exterior as I slink toward the back corner of the house.

Excitement grips at my chest the closer I get to my little minx’s bedroom window, so much so that I feel a rush of heat travel to my groin in anticipation. I take in a sharp breath working through the pre-emptive arousal I feel as I near the first of the two windows that belong to her bedroom.

A sliver of light shines past the sheer curtains that are hung on both windows as I settleagainst the siding near her bedroom windows. I crane my neck forward, though with Cam’s mask on my face, my periphery is shot to shit. So, I inch forward more, steadying myself between the shrubs and mulch to get a better look.

I notice that the flickering light I just saw is coming from a TV. Though the more I look through the window, I don’t see Blair, all that meets my eye is what fills my soul…emptiness.

I’m about to grab my phone to confirm her location when a plume of steam filters through the bottom of the half open bathroom door attached to her bedroom.

My disappointment quickly fades, and, in its absence, I feel the barbells that line my cock begin to strain against my pants.There you are.

It’s unreal the effect she has on me. I haven’t even seen her yet, but just knowing that, at any moment, she will emerge from the shower, a wet and naked sight to be had, makes my dick so fucking hard, I feel like I’m about to burst.

Forced to wait for her, I try to distract myself by observing the décor spread about her room, which looks like a walking advertisement for Hot Topic. Posters ranging fromFrankensteintoChuckytoMy Chemical Romance, all of which we have bonded over in our chats, line the walls. Though it’s the set of small vintage apothecary jars and vials that rests on her desk that makes my heart begin to thrash because I have a similar set in my room. I’ve always considered myself a bit of aconnoisseurwith chemicals–I mean, considering the fact that murder is literally my business, I sort of have to be. Knowing which solvents will clean and which will disintegrate pesky substances like human flesh is crucial in my line of work. If only my little minx knew how to put those empty vials to use like I do, she would really feel like the macabre queen she fancies herself to be.

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