A New Killer Is Born

Chapter 25: Untitled

I guess it was around midnight when I got back home. The lights in the house was still on, so I assume some people were up. I let out a sigh as I climbed up the steps of the patio and walked over to door. I opened it and stepped inside. After I closed the door, I took out the knife and dropped it in the sink. I decided to rinse it off in the morning. I slowly walked out of the kitchen and down the hall and up the stairs. Everybody's door was open and their lights was on. Uncle Jeepers Creepers was standing next to my room, just starring inside of it. I raised an eyebrow, wondering why he was doing that.
"Uncle J.C.?", I called out to him. Just hearing how hoarse and shaky my voice was sent shivers down my spine.
Uncle Jeepers Creepers looked at me and huffed.
I ignored whatever comment he said and saw the first person whom I really didn't want to see, step out of their room. It was Mary. She shared a room with my dad. Mary wore one of her white, dressy night gowns that hung above her knee and showed a lot of cleavage. She starred at me and they were one of her best, meanest looks she could ever give.
"Where were you Ashley?", she asked sternly.
Here she goes, "trying" to be my mother. I shook my head in disgust and rolled my eyes at her. I wasn't in the mood to put up with her shit tonight so I walked over towards where Uncle Jeepers Creepers was and walked in my room.
"Ashley!", I heard Mary yell.
I turned on my heel and saw Uncle Jeepers Creepers standing in my door way. I motioned for him to come in. He came in and just before Mary came over, I slammed the door in her face and locked it. I smirked.
I heard her stop at my door, but she didn't knock. Thank hell for that.
I looked over and saw Uncle Jeepers Creepers take a seat at my desk chair. He looked up at me and just sat there silent. Then, he raised a finger pointing at my dress. I looked down at my blood-stained dress and sighed.
"I was angry.", I spoken. "I took my anger out on the teenagers that were partying at the Clerk's rental house from here. I didn't get rid of the bodies so if you and Uncle Vorx want, can go feed."
Uncle Jeepers Creepers let out a huff and stood up. He walked over towards me and cupped my chin. He made me look up at him and when I did, he started doing hand sign language. He was asking me with his hands, if I was ok.
I nodded my head. "Yeah I'm ok Uncle J.C.. I'm just getting sick and tired of that woman.", I said pointing my finger back at the door.
He looked back and understood what I meant. He nodded his head and then let out another huff. Then, in sign language, he asked me if anything bad happened while I spent the day with my dad and Mary.
I shook my head. "No not really. I was just mad because dad told me that, after him and Mary get married, there gonna go on a honeymoon for a week. Now, I know it's not wrong or anything, but the problem is, I don't want my dad leaving me, Uncle J.C. I don't want to be far away from my dad for an entire week. We never been far apart before and I don't want this time to be the first."
I told my feelings to Uncle Jeepers Creepers. I told him the truth on how I felt about my dad leaving with Mary and I was so glad Uncle Jeepers Creepers understood me as he nodded his head throughout the whole time I spoke.
Then, in sign language, Uncle Jeepers Creepers told me not worry about it. Then he told me that while my dad and Mary were gone, he was going to watch over and take care of me like my dad would. Uncle Jeepers Creepers promised he would.
I let out a sigh and thanked Uncle Jeepers Creepers. I gave him a hug and walked him over to the window. He was gonna go feed and have Uncle Vorx go with him.
"By the way Uncle J.C., the cops are probably already over there.", I said, opening up the window.
I saw him give me a confused look.
"I called the cops when I was making my kills.", I smirked. "Uncle Hannibal Lector taught me that."
Which as true, Uncle Hannibal did when he was training along with the others. He said if you call the cops before you make your kill, that makes you the baddest killer of them all. Which I thought was kind of hard to believe.
Uncle Jeepers Creepers nodded his head and then in sign language, told me that if Mary starts an argument with me, I should ignore it and go to Uncle Michael and Uncle Pinhead.
I don't see what going to Uncle Michael or Uncle Pinhead was going to do, but I wasn't hoping to find out.
I thanked Uncle Jeepers Creepers one last time and watched as he jumped out of the window and expanded his wing spand and flew towards the woods. I smiled as I watch him disappear into the night and thought that maybe one day, I would go flying with him again, just like Glen and I did when we were little. Just then, a knock came at my door. I thought it came from my bedroom door, but it came from the closet. I walked over and slowly opened it and out popped Uncle Boogey.
"I knew I smelt blood.", he smirked, pointing his finger at my dress.
I nodded. "I did a few killings tonight and only Uncle J.C. and you know about it now."
Uncle Boogey stepped out of the closet and walked over to my desk chair. He took a seat. Uncle Boogey hasn't changed at all throughout the years I've grown up. He still looked the same, acted the same and even dressed the same. He's worn that black, dirty, ripped robe ever since the day I first met him. I didn't mind though. Uncle Boogey was probably the second Uncle I was close too. The first Uncle I was more closer to then anything was Uncle Jeepers Creepers. They both understood me and were the ones I could tell anything and everything too.
"Wanna tell me why your all covered in blood?", Uncle Boogey asked.
"I killed someone.", I muttered. "Well, it was more than someone. There were five teens up at the Clerk's house, partying."
"Ah, I see.", said Uncle Boogey. "And you kill them all?"
I nodded. "I killed them out of anger."
"Anger?", Uncle Boogey asked.
I nodded and told my story to Uncle Boogey about everything that happened today from the part where I went to Heaven's Gardens with my dad and Mary, to the point to where I murdered those teens. Uncle Boogey understood me and told me that there was no need to feel sad about my dad leaving. Uncle Boogey said it was for a week's tops, no more than that. I understood, but still felt sad that my dad was leaving me for the first time in my life for so long.
"You know.", Uncle Boogey said, scratching his chin. "If you like, you can spend the entire week living with me in Hell if you like. I'll talk to your father about it and see what he says."
I shrugged. It sounded like a good idea, but I didn't want to leave the others. "What about Uncle Freddy and them?"
Uncle Boogey shrugged. "They can come along to if they want. I got plenty of room back at my place for all of you to stay. It'll be like you guys are on vacation, just like your dad and Mary being on vacation, only we'll have a lot more fun then they will.", Uncle Boogey laughed at the last part.
I smiled and nodded my head. "Sounds good. Do you think we can throw a party there just for the hell of it?", I asked.
"You want too?", Uncle Boogey asked, sounding surprised.
I shrugged my shoulders. "It would be nice to see the rest of the family again like Uncle Hannibal and my cousin Samara."
Uncle Boogey nodded his head. "You know, I'll tell you what. Why not throw your birthday party there?"
I raised any eyebrow.
"Of course you'll have your little party here celebrating with your family and all, but when Mary and Jason are on their honeymoon, we'll throw a huge party and invite everyone in the whole Hell kingdom!"
I thought for a moment. I really didn't like parties that much, but maybe throwing a party in Hell wasn't such a bad idea. Maybe it would take some stress off me and take Mary off my mind. I looked over at Uncle Boogey with a smile and nodded.
"Sounds like a plan.", I said. "I guess I could use a Hell party."
Uncle Boogey chuckled. "Should we go and ask everyone now or wait?"
"Let's wait.", I replied. Then I looked over at the clock and saw that it was One O' clock in the morning. "We can tell them in seven hours.", I said. "At breakfast."
Uncle Boogey nodded. "Seven hours." Uncle Boogey smiled, showing his teeth. "You got it."
Uncle Boogey walked back to the closet and opened the door. Before he disappeared inside, he looked back at me and said, "You should get washed and go to bed. You look exhausted."
I nodded my head in agreement. "I am. I never knew murdering can be so tiresome.", I giggled.
Uncle Boogey laughed along with me and said, "Trust me love, this is only just the beginning."