Francis sharpened his knife for like the twelfth time. Tomorrow would be Halloween, and it would finally be his time. It had taken him weeks of sacrifice to be ready. His guests wouldn’t be expecting what he was planning.
Suddenly goosebumps caused his arm hairs to stand at attention. He used the knife to trim them. Yeah, it was sharp enough. It would part flesh with ease. He couldn’t wait to carve his way into infamy.
Francis put another brisket into the smoker and wondered if cutting into that would feel the same as… Well, he would see tomorrow night.
Cutting out the little pieces of paper
Ronald began arranging them
As he did, he thought of Alexa
Finding this would give her a lot of hope
Though it would be more bittersweet
You would think a ransom note would bring a bit more joy
Slipping behind the unsuspecting teenagers
Catching them totally flatfooted
As I swing my ax in a gleeful arc
Red blood squirting everywhere
Even blinding me for a moment. I panic and wipe it away
Damn, that was a frightening moment for me.