The Insomniac

When I close my eyes, and drift off to sleep; that's when he comes. 
Stalking the moonlit streets, dealing death to those that he takes a fancy to. 
The police believe that it's me who's doing it, but it's not. 
I would never do such horrific things as he does to those poor souls. 
I've done my best to keep him at bay. I haven't slept in a week, but I'm so goddamned tired! 
It would be so much easier to deal with, if I had just a little bit of sleep. 
God, forgive me. 
I'm just... 
Too... 
Tired... 
To...

Trick Or Treat

Peering out my window, I can see the parade of little ghouls, and ghosts making their way through the neighborhood. 
They collect their treats, and watch their bags swell with each visited house. 
I clutch the bowl to my chest; waiting for my turn to bring my brand of Halloween into their tiny lives. 
Here they come! A ballerina, is it? and a ninja turtle; how adorable! 
"Trick or treat!" they cry happily, as I open the door, and dropped my treats into their bags. 
I cackle, thinking of their expressions, upon seeing the severed fingers among their candy loot.

Paying The Rent

The sickly sweet aroma filled his nostrils, as he seared the meat on the stove.
Work’s been slow, he thought, There’s not much else I could’ve done, right?
His ears delightfully devoured the sizzling sounds emanating from the pan.
Not many people dine at expensive restaurants in a recession, do they?
The main course slid dutifully onto his plate; he garnished it with cilantro.
How was I supposed to pay the rent with no income? he reasoned, as he sat down at the table.
He relished the meal, even though his landlord would’ve tasted better with apple rings, and parsley.

House-Sitting

House-sitting had always been a way for Jack to make extra money, and he'd never regretted that.
Until tonight.
The house was legendary in the neighborhood for its checkered past; some said it was haunted.
Jack was starting to believe it.
He'd been here a few hours, and there'd been plenty of bumps and creaks; those he could handle.
The bawling of an infant coming from upstairs; that's what'd unnerved him.
The phantom wail stopped after a few minutes, which should have relieved him.
And it would've, if it hadn't been replaced by the sound of a rocking chair.