Random Horror Story

Lyric

   Lyric laid in bed, peacefully reading a book. She read undisturbed and joyous. I have been watching her for a while now. She was beautiful, nearly as beautiful as me. That's why she needs to go to sleep. I am the ONLY on allowed to be this beautiful.
      I banged around outside, making sure she heard it. For, I knew she was curious and would come and check. I sensed her fear and curiosity rising every moment she sat there. Finally, she got up to check. I could hear her footsteps, hesitantly come towards the window. She flung it open, luckily she didn't see me. She quietly laughed to herself, thinking she was frightened by the wind, or even a stray animal. Lyric shut the window, but I didn't hear the lock latch. I smiled wide, knowing my plan was set into action.
   I waited for her to fall asleep. When she finally fell asleep, I slowly opened the window. I crept in and hid in the darkest corner, waiting-watching. When she awoke she knew. She knew I was there. "W-who's there?" Lyric called out, afraid- She should be- I let out an annoyed chuckle; They always say that. It's getting boring; She heard my chuckle. She completely froze with fear. "Maybe you should. Go. To. Sleep." I spoke darkly. She shrieked as I launched myself at her. I pulled out my knife and pressed it to her throat.
  She was horrified. Was it my face? My white leathery skin, my charming smile cut into my cheeks, and forever open eyes.
   "P-please, D-d-don't" she pleaded. I ignored her pleas, they just added onto my fury. I pressed the knife harder, and slid it across her throat. I watched her choke on her blood. I watched her joyously, go limp, her beautiful blue eyes dim. I watched her dieter blood covered my front. I carved a smile into her cheeks and took my leave, going the same way I came in, the window. I smiled wider than ever, widening my carved smile even further, at the work I had done. I walked back into the forest, licking the blood off of my fingers.
   Now, your wondering why. Why did I write this letter? Where am I now? Trust me I'm watching your horror now. You're about to call the cops. Too late, I've cut the phone line. You're running for your gun. Look for it in the lake. Go ahead run, I'm waiting for you. So now, are you ready? Because I am.
   My knife is sharpened. I have an army. What do you have? So "Why don't you. Go. To. Sleep."