A story

The Butcher stared down at her friends dead body as a single tear rolled down her cheek.

"I'm sorry." she mutters under her breath.

She wiped her tears away and sighed.

She's a psychotic killer. Why the fuck is she crying? She realized.

The woman sighed and turned to look at the trembling boy.

"W-what are you gunna do to me miss?" The boy trembled.

"Nothing child. I just love seeing the look of fear on children's faces." She said putting back on her psychotic smile.

"I'm gunna call the police!" The boy exclaims and reaches for the phone but quickly retracts it at the butcher throws a knife into it.

"Yeaaaah. That's not gunna happen." she smiled.

"Please ma'am I'll do anything just don't kill me!" The little boy begged getting on his knees.

The killer sighed.

"Alright kid stand up." She grumbled and the little boy stood up.

She ushered him to bed and he just let him take her there. The little boy climbs into bed and gets under the covers.

"Ma'am. While your being nice. Can you tell me a story before killing me?" The boy asked

"Of course darling." The butcher grinned brushing some of her hair out of her face.

"Do you like horror stories?" She asked

"Yes. Daddy and I watch them all the time! Mommy didn't like them though." The boy sighed.

"Well now you can listen to them all you want. How can she stop you if she's dead?" The killer points out.

"Hm. I guess your right." The boy pondered.

"Now. Onto the story." The butcher proclaimed.

"Yay!" The boy squealed.

The butcher smiled and started telling the story.