Darkest Secrets

A man that is unwell who is overcome with fear as his first human kill seems to haunt him.

Another moon has rose where I chose to do an “evil” deed. Everyday I skillfully escape the grasp of my thoughts whereas I'm bound to my room. It was late at night when I heard a faint voice. A chill went down my spine as I saw the man I had killed in the doorway. Suddenly the roar of thunder outside cracked the tree outside my windowsill, a flash blinded my vision and the man was gone. Were my eyes deceiving me– or am I going mad? He couldn’t have been there I’m sure of it! He was supposed to be buried behind my basement wall where no police could find the body.
Despite the initial scare I was calm, which wasn’t odd for me since I have done far worse. Then right there and then I decided to check where I buried his body. Just….just to get my mind off that figure. I had only killed him out of self defense I tell myself. After all he was the one who came onto me trying to rob my house not knowing I was inside waiting. I had been patiently waiting for someone to rob or enter my house unknowingly for I was a skilled hunter. The delicious yelp the animal carries out when it falls and the satisfying crunch of the bones when I chop it up. To be fair, I would never have thought a human would be my next target. But when I killed that man, you could say it was self defense but the after taste was glorious. The crunch of his bones while I chopped up his body was like an animal but better. Living in an old house made it better since the rent was cheap, and no one would dare suspect a killer to live in this simple house made for an old lady.
Therefore I went downstairs slowly with my shotgun, the stairs creaked with every step. Creek….Creak….Creak. Suddenly! I heard a loud bang from the outback. Not like a gun, nor like something fell. Perhaps it’s just my nerves that were killing me but my head hurt from that sound. It almost sounded like firecrackers therefore I slowly walked to my backdoor and carefully peeked through the blinds. I stumbled back and landed on my ass as I saw someone peering before me but I did not dare to make a peep. This time, I’m sure I wasn’t seeing things– I could have not imagined the horrifying scene of the glossy and oozing eyeball that laid before me.
Then I rushed up and swung open the door with my gun pointing straight but there was no one in sight. No tracks left uncovered, No sign of forced entry from my fence. Nothing.
For days on end I kept waking up to strange noises or a faint voice until it became clear the voice was the man I had killed. Today it was so bad I stayed in bed awake all the way to dawn. His voice..his screams as I murdered him kept repeating, so clear that I swear he was behind me! I grabbed my gun and rushed downstairs again and all the way to the shed outback without a hitch only to see that the place where I had buried the man had been dug up behind my shed by a damn dog. Or was it? Was it him coming to haunt me? Suddenly I whipped around and shot my gun aimlessly as I heard a voice behind me and the faint breath on my neck. At this point I was fearing for my life as I was convinced that he was haunting me.
Later that day the voice and the whispers didn’t stop, it got so bad I decided to reach my shaky hands up to my head shoot myself in my head as I couldn’t take anymore. Finally, the voices stopped and I could live in peace. Right on the same property where I had killed the man. He was still buried in pieces behind the shed where no one would find him.