Sinners, Pt 1 (short scary story)

A young man wearing a bunny mask with a crucifix made of blood on the forehead of the mask. He would grab a woman's chin, making her look at him. Making her look into his dark green eyes. He would then speak in a soft tone "I walked upon the path to Eden's gate. And then I hear a voice from the wild animals saying "come and see" As I walk to the voices. There I saw a horse. Firey and red. Brighter than the sun god Helios himself. That is when I finally understood what God wanted me to do." Clearly from his words, he was a very religious person. Extremely religious. Like if he was apart of some type of cult "He wanted me to get rid of the sinners that stain this world with its blood. The blood that is infected with hate and fear. But every sinner can be forgiven. God forgives every sinner for every sin they do. I shall make them atone and purify them in the silver water. Where they shall be reborn as a child of God. But as I shall be reborn. There's a man goin' 'round takin' names and he decides who to free and who to blame. Everybody won't be treated all the same. There'll be a golden ladder. As I cleanse the world of this foul stench of hatred, fear and sorrow. I am finally set free to Eden's gate. Where I will be cut open and cleansed. Then I shall be reincarnated as a child of God. I shall be reincarnated as an angel of God. An angel of cleansing." he said as he took out a small crucifix that was attached to a necklace. He would heat it up with a blow torch. Making it a steaming hot red. He would then put it around her neck as he pushed it down on her chest. Burning the cross into her as his hands get branded with her. The smell of burning flesh filled the air with screaming and crying from the woman. He inhales the scent burning flesh. Smiling brightly under his mask. He would then grab her neck as he left a cross branded on her chest. His tight gripped around her adam's apple as he was making it harder for her to breathe. Started to kick and struggle, trying to break free of the straps that were on her wrist, but it was no you. "THAT'S IT! Your fight aren't you~ I love that in woman!" He would laugh as he let's go of her neck as she would cough and start to ball up in tears. She would start to beg in Mercy as the dark green eyes could be seen through the rabbit's mask "Please..please just let me go. I won't tell anyone, I won't go to the police I swear I won't! Just please let me go!!" She would cry as he started to panic. Her anxiety was already sky high. She would not stop struggling to break the straps. The young man would smile as he kneed down to get to her level "Shhhh, it's okay. I know you won't go to the police. But I'm not going to let you go. But don't worry, I won't kill you!" He would get up as he walked to a metal table was surgical tools, needles and other tools. Such as pliers and nails. "Because I don't kill people. It's no fun when I do it." He would pick up a power drill that was covered in blood. Examining it as he looked back at her. He would start to walk over her. Softly grabbing her Chin making her look up at him. "But it is fun when I watch you do it yourself" He would grab her Chin as she take in his grip, holding her head down and she would turn on the power drill and start to drill a hole into her frontal lobe area. A blood echoing scream could be heard. The screaming would have went on for hours. Of course, with breaks in between. Once he was done with torturing the woman, she would be a twitching unresponsive body. He would take off his Bloody Bunny mask as well with his black leather gloves. Putting both of them on the metal table. Soon using his fingers to drag along his hair, fixing it to get out of his face. He had a very handsome appearance, he was young. Looking down at the twitching body with his dark green eyes. Sniffing in the scent of blood. He smiles "Lovely. Just lovely." He would breathe out with satisfaction. He would gently push the table away. Rolling it across the ground. Putting the table in a corner of the room. He would soon go to the touching a body as he would kneel down. Taking off the straps off her knees and her wrist. Using his upper body strength, he would swing her over his shoulder as he would put her in a nearby wheelchair. Strapping her down once again. "Let's go love. We both have a busy day today." He said with a charming but devilish smile. He would push her in the wheelchair down towards another door. The door was a grayish steel door, chained and bolt locked. He would take out a key out of his pocket, unlocking it. As he would open it, more screaming could be heard. It was not from the woman. It was from more people. He would push the girl into the stage hallway. But it was not a hallway. It was a cell. With multiple men and women. All tortured, starved. He would stop, looking into a cell as he would sigh "Damn. It looks like I missed the fun" He said as he looked a man that hanged himself with bed sheets. "It looks like you guys will be having dinner tonight, lucky you..." he said as he would put the girl into a cell. Unstrapping her and throwing her onto the ground. "Be a good girl and don't go anywhere!" He would laugh. Locking the cell door behind him. He would go to the cell with a dead hanged man. He would cut him down as he put them on his shoulder and walked out "Dinner will be ready soon loves." He said as he walked out of the giant cell room. What was this unholy place...What was this sick joke! [End of intro]

My name is Jude Yuma. I'm 16 years old. I'm a little shy around other people. I guess that's what makes me the black sheep of the group. I guess that's why you get picked on. And I suppose, that's why we are moving. Back to my hometown in New Zealand. I used to live there a long time ago. I was about 7 to 9 years old when we moved to North America. I don't know how I feel about it. I never really belonged here in America. Due to my accent. But to be honest. I've always wanted to see where I grew up. So I said good riddance. All those U.S jerks can burn in hell. And it wouldn't be such a bad thing to start fresh again.

The Plane ride was long. Exhausting. I was never a fan of heights, so I was glad to get off the plane. Taking in the sweet scent of clean air. It felt amazing. It felt like home. Me and my mom would make our way out of the airport. That is where my Grandma and Grandpa is waiting for us to pick us up. We will be staying at their place and tell my mom can find an apartment for the 2 of us. My dad is not my picture. He left a long time ago. I wasn't even around. Apparently they loved each other once and then it just broke...

"That's my little matey! Get over here ya! Give this old man a hug!" Shouted grandpa in a very rusty accent. He was wearing dark blue jeans, a old football hoodie and a black hat. He wears the hat because of his hair not being like it used to. "G-G-G-Grandp-p-a.." My voice stuttered like if I was a broken ice cream machine. This is the reason why I was bullied. I stutter between words and sentences. That's why I usually don't talk. I try not to talk. "Oh Honey. Don't hurt yourself. what your therapist said? Hm?" My mother told me in a motherly tone. I hate it when she talks to me like that. I'm not a child! I hate it when she treats me like one. We would arrive at this old person's house. It was pretty decent. A house is a house I suppose. I would have been put up stairs. I would have been put in the attic. Apparently there is nothing up there, I said for old boxes and a lot of room. So I really didn't mind. There was only one way into the attic. A string could be seen hanging in the middle of the hallway. It was white and straight. You would have to be pretty blind to miss it. I would give it a nice pull. The stairs would have popped out and drop down pretty quickly. It startled me so much I jumped up. I didn't expect it to come down so fast as it did. I am guessing this is the way up to the attic. Making my way up and going in.

Everything up here was old and dusty not really much I can find. But I did find something that peeked my curiosity. A old box filled with old newspapers about a Serial Killer in a Rabbit mask. It said

"The Rabbit Killer strikes again. Another Woman tortured. Police say this was the worst one yet. Police are still investigating the horrific crimes that were caused" That's what it said anyway. But there were more. Much more. All about this Rabbit Killer. Who was he? Nobody really knows. It all seemed to go dark at 2019. Until I saw a paper at the corner of my eye. It was an article about the killer. It said "Suspected killer: The crimes that were carried out had one suspect. Sora Yuūi. A 19 year old male that was last seen with one of the victims on a CTV camera took the young girl to an abandoned factory. That's where they found 23 year old Ashley Sandoval dead in a chair that was bolted to the ground with her strapped inside of it"

At first, to be perfectly honest, I seemed very confused. All most Lost. How could this young man do such a thing. It was almost unreal. It was sickening to read. I wanted to throw up from what I was reading. Why did Grandpa have these? What was the point. Was he researching this killer. That was the last article ever published about the Killer. It seemed that this Sora Yuūi just disappeared without a trace and that was the last thing ever heard of it. I start to put everything back into the box. One by one the news articles away inside. I picked up a folder and as I was about to put it inside. Pictures started to fall out. I glanced at the pictures and my eyes widened. I put my hand on my mouth and swallowed. Almost throwing up everywhere. It was pictures of the murderers that the killer committed. All the women having similar cause of death and injuries to the frontal lobe. The cause of death "Severe Drilling into the head" I immediately start to pick up every little picture. Slamming it into the folder and throwing it into the box. I don't even want to think about watching those tapes within the box. I'm afraid of what I might see. I got up and started to leave. Making my way down the ladder as I would start to cover my tracks. Putting the ladder back into the basement once more. I tried to forget what I saw but it stayed with me all night. I couldn't sleep. I only had nightmares..

The Next Day

As I was cleaning up the dishes I was watching television from a distance on one of those fancy flat screens. My mother loved watching her shows on that thing. I didn't really care for it much. Although it made a sick gaming TV when I had the time. I got bored from what I was watching, so I switched to the news. Knowledge is power I suppose. That's when I saw it. My heart felt like it sank to my stomach when I read the title "The Rabbit returns. 2 women found dead in an abandoned hospital by 4 teenagers. Currently in questioning" I couldn't believe it. His back and it's close to my hometown too. It seemed that all the murders happened in different towns like he was moving from place to place. I guess he just took a break. I immediately turned off the TV and started to take breaths. Relaxing myself. I'm fine. It seems that he has only gone after women. I'm a man so I should be fine right? I thought to myself for a good 10 minutes before coming to the conclusion that I'm safe. I looked over at the time and I sighed. I suppose it's that time of day to go to school. I finish up my cleaning, grabbing my bag and set off. Making my way down to the school on the sidewalk. Since it was a long walk in already walked 2 miles I took a rest sitting at a bench. 4 minutes of relaxing a charming young man came up to me. His hair was slicked back to the side. It was a beautiful jet black and his eyes were as green as emeralds. I looked up to him as he gave off a dashing smile "Excuse me, sir, but do you mind if I sit next to you?" He said as I gave him a nod "Of course. Please take a sit" I replied as he sat next to me. As he sat down, he took out a Holy Bible. On the side of the holy Bible said 'KJV' which standard for Kings James version. It was a brown leather bible with a cross engraved on the front cover. When all the pages were pressed against each other it gave off a golden page look. I stared only for a moment and looked away. That's when he spoke "Tell me. Do you believe God is our true retribution? Do you believe that Jesus is our Savior and sacrifice?" He said as he looked over at me as I looked back. I gave it a thought and smiled. Giving him a true honest opinion "To be honest with you. I don't really know. To me the Bible is just a book created by some person. Do I believe God is real? I would like to believe. But I also don't want to give my hopes up just in case you know?" He gave off a smile and chuckled "That's a good answer. I never heard that one before. You are very smart young man and tell me. What would your name might be?" I then replied "Jude. Jude Yuma is my name. It's a pleasure to meet you. And you are?" He replied back holding out his hand "My name is Sora. Sora Yuūi" As I held out my hand I then realized. That name sounded familiar. I stopped for a couple of seconds, and then I realized it was on the paper of that article that I read. The suspect was named that. I look at at him and pull my hand back away from him in a reaction. "Uh- Sorry! But I have to get going to school. I'm going to be late!" I quickly got up and started to walk away. Making my distance from him. As I was a good distance away I turned around. That's when I realized he was gone. Disappeared. Not a trace. It was almost like he wasn't even there. Almost like magic..

School is boring. It’s always boring. The same subject and the same day. I wanted to go home, but I also felt safer at school. I was afraid to go out with that serial killer on the loose. The police on the news seemed exhausted. Working around the clock to find this person. What was his agenda? Why did he do this? What does he want? All those questions were going through my head. But why am I thinking about this? What is the whole point, it’s not like I can do anything. Am I truly that scared of a man in a paper mache rabbit mask? My head was spinning, it felt like I was becoming sick. Just thinking about it makes me feel uneasy. Makes me feel uncomfortable. School came to an end. Eventually, it would. I was just glad to go home but I stood at the school entrance and out towards the street. Feeling hesitant to walk off property. Should I walk with somebody? Should I find a friend? I guess I should walk alone. Even though I know it’s not the right choice…As I walked down the concrete sidewalk. I kept looking back behind me. Like someone was following me. You know that uneasy feeling that you get when you feel like you’re being watched. I don’t know. Maybe it’s because with all the stuff that is happening my senses are on high alert. It was just two more blocks to get home. So close yet it felt like forever. Should I take a shortcut? Or stay in the open? Faster or safer? I wanted to get home now, all I had to do was cut down an alleyway. What could go wrong, right? I would look around for a couple seconds. Observing my surroundings. It seemed clear. But I didn’t feel clear..I ignored my instincts and continued on into the alleyway. As I walked the crunching of leaves below my feet could be heard. And that is what happened. I was careless. Someone was behind me, following in my footsteps and covering their tracks, by stepping the same exact time as I was making sure there steps wouldn’t be heard. I felt a leather glove upon my mouth and then everything just went black. I didn’t have time to react. I didn’t have the strength to scream. Nor did I have the courage to fight back.

I woke up in a dark room. I felt cold. It almost felt wet like I mist feeling on your skin. I tried to move my hands, but they were tied down to a chair by leather straps. I tried to scream but I had a piece of cloth in my mouth that was tied tightly. I looked around the room as my anxiety grew. It was dark and there was only one light in the room. The lightbulb above my head. In a corner, it looked like I saw a metal table. I didn’t want to know what was on it. It almost looks like a surgical table. In the corner of the room. It looked like there was blood stains on the walls. It smelled terrible. The only thing I could hear was a clock ticking on the wall behind me. That was the only thing to keep me company. How much time has ed? Is there anybody out looking for me? Am I going to die.? My panic grew larger and larger. That was until I heard a door open behind me. Footsteps on the concrete floor tapped closer and closer. Until I saw who was in front of me. “Well. Look who it is. I didn’t expect them to bring you here. What was your name again? Jude right?” He said with a snicker as it was him..Sora Yuūi. And the mask that he wore made me want to scream. All I could see through the mask were his bright green eyes. Eyes of a devil. I struggled in the chair. I try to break the straps but it only hurt. It felt like my wrist we’re going to bleed. He laughed as he watched me strangle in fear. “Relax! I haven’t even got to the fun part yet. There is no need to rush.” He would walk over to that metal table, pushing it towards me as it had wheels to roll. My eyes widened and I knew I wasn’t going to leave here in one piece. The table had blood on it, but it wasn’t surgical tools. They were normal tools. Pliers, wire cutters, hammers and nails. But the thing that stood out most of all. Was that drill..it was drenched in blood. “You know. It was quite rude for you to leave without shaking my hand. I was so disappointed. I thought we could be friends.” He spoke in a soft voice as he gently picked up the pliers. He went over and gently brushed the pliers against my cheek. Feeling the cold metallic pliers across my skin made me scream. But no sound could be hard. Only muffled by the cloth. “You know. I’m not really into torturing boys. I’m more fascinated in watching women scream. My mother used to beat me. Maybe that’s where that fascination came from. She beat me and told me ‘Your faith isn’t good enough. Try harder. Do you think God will allow you into heaven with such weak prayer?’ My father didn’t care. He was a drunk. The only time we look like a normal family is when we went to church. We looked so happy. But despite my smile I gave to the father when standing up on the stage. All I could feel is hatred. Resentment. The urge to kill.” He said as he put the pliers down back onto the metal table. He then picked up the power drill. Turning it on as it made a loud noise. Making sure it was charged. “My parents when I was 12 died in a fire that I started using a candle stick. I watched the house burn but the thing I enjoyed the most was hearing the screams. The pain and agony they were going through. It almost felt unreal. But that was the first time I ever felt happiness. The first time I truly felt alive.” He said as he gently brushed his finger against my hair. Moving it out of my eyes. “I can smell your fear. Your anger. Your anxiety. It’s almost like a radiating off of you. It’s quite a beautiful smile. You will make a fine specimen is” He said as he made my head turn to the side as he looked at my frontal lobe. Touching it slightly. He then spoke again “Did you know that the human body can live without the frontal lobe? I find it quite fascinating. It truly allows me to make puppets of my own game. Although sometimes they can be useless. I need someone to take my place one day. I can’t keep this up forever.” He would let go of my head as he as he grabbed black leather gloves and slip them on tightly. He clinched his hand into a fist as he looked over at me “let’s get started, shall we?” He said as he turned on the power drill by pressing the trigger and walked over. I quickly became aware and started to struggle even harder. That is when I realized the strap on my left wrist felt loose and I took the opportunity of a lifetime by pulling my arm as hard as I can out of it. Once my hand was free I would grab his wrist that his hand was holding the drill in and digged my nails into his skin cutting his arm and making him bleed so he would drop the drill. He backed off and screamed in pain as blood trickle down his arm “You little shit! I’m gonna fucking kill you!” He yelled as i took the opportunity to release my other arm and then my ankles. Looking at the metal table I grabbed the hammer and ran at him as I slammed it into his head hard enough to make him fall and out of the way. I ran towards the door and swung it open. He tried to follow behind me but I quickly closed it and locked it. “OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR YOU FUCKING SINNER!!! OPEN IT!!” He banged on the door with his shoulder, trying to break it open. I quickly ran up the stairs behind me and looked around the house I was kept in. Everywhere I looked there were crucifixes on the walls, candles that lit up the room. Paintings of Jesus and the Virgin Mary. I quickly ran out towards the front door until turning around. Looking at the candles that were placed on the tables. I knocked one of them over near a curtain. Causing it to cause fire as I ran out of the house. Soon enough the house would have engulfed in flames. I watched it burn slowly. Hoping that his death would be a painful and slow death.

A few minutes later the fire apartment would arrive with the police. I was question and I told her what happened. They were shocked I made it out alive. I would have been the 15th victim of the infamous serial killer The Rabbit. It was a miracle I made it out alive. My mother showed up as she quickly cradled me in her arms. Tears running down her face as she was thankful I was OK. The fire department put out the flames and I heard the the heat was so intense it burned everything. Even him into ash. My mother took me home. My grandparents. Thankful I was OK as they prayed to Jesus. I was just glad everything is over..and that I could finally give those victims of his to rest..

Within the woods. A man wearing a burnt rabbit mask and with 3rd degree burns on his arms would be looking towards the town as he clinched fist. He then spoke “I will be back for you. Jude Yuma..”