How NOT to throw a party

Pacing back and forth across the wooden floor of your home, you think to yourself most fervently. Should you go to this party? Should you just stay home and let everyone else enjoy the festivities? Did you have enough guests? Perhaps one more would do some good. It was an incredibly hard choice to make. You stop and take a deep breath, allowing the air conditioned air to slowly fill your lungs, calming your rushing mind. Slowly, you exhale your breath, able to finally find some calmness. Perhaps you should stay home, it might do you some good. 

The home you now stood in was spacious. It was a grand home filled with plush furniture,  soft rugs, and paintings of all kinds. It's a wonder why its previous owners didn’t try and protect it harder. They never really stood much of a chance, not to you. You...had a certain way with people, which made it easy to do what you did. 

You look around the sizable living room you now stood in. It was a lovely room, with a large throw rug in the center and plenty of places to sit. The large fireplace at one end did well to heat the room. Currently, it sat cold and dead, with nothing more than charred logs and ash from a previous fire. It had almost been absurd, lighting a fire in this heat. but without fire...how else would you have erased your presence?

You sit on one of the many plush sofas and think to yourself. It took a lot of work to make it to where you now were. You had to do many things that others would have called insane. To you, they were perfectly justifiable. A hand, smiting those who had done unspeakable wrong, at least in your eyes. Too bad no one else shared your views…

You had just closed your eyes for a momentary rest, when a loud knock came from the vicinity of the front door. Your eyes snap open as you silently slide off the couch and onto your feet. Inaudibly, you step through the halls of the mansion, making sure to avoid the windows. If someone saw you in here...it would surely mean trouble. After all the time you spent cleaning up the last batch of trouble that came to the door, you were beyond ready to deal with whoever this was.

At the door, a young woman, accompanied by a taller, older man, stood looking at the front face of the mansion. She didn’t live there, for if she had, she would have entered and you might have been found. She looked at the man standing beside her. “perhaps they aren’t home?” She says with a soft spoken voice. The man beside her shrugged his shoulders and knocked once more upon the oaken door.

Just on the other side, you sat listening...waiting...ready to do whatever you must to keep your presence there a secret. Perhaps these strangers would walk away, leaving you free to do as you had been. Perhaps they would try and force an entrance. You hoped for the second option. The second option sounded like so much more fun in your opinion. 

“Come on...we might as well go. They might be back later.” The older man said in a gruff voice before walking away. The woman looked saddened, but turned to leave. You took a moment to watch her. She was a beautiful girl, albeit a little plain. Her voice had been soft and light-spoken, but there was nothing wrong with that. She was sure to make a lovely bride someday, if she were ever to marry. 

You pause and think over your options. Inviting her to the event you had been planning sounded like fun. She didn’t look like the party person, but not many people were in the area. You looked out the peehole in the door to find her walking away. In a fit of desperation, you swiftly open the door and wrap a hand around her arm. You pull her inside, leaving her partner unaware of her absence. Before she has the chance to utter a single noise, you lock the door behind you. She pulled and yanked at the hand which covered her mouth, but yielded no success. 

“I've invited you to a little party of mine…” you whisper in her ear. The girl trembled, terrified out of her mind. “I would oh so enjoy it if you were to attend...of course….we’ll have to get you dressed up first…” At that statement, the woman jabbed an elbow into his stomach and wrestled to be free. You groan softly, but hold her tighter, retrieving something which had been hidden up your sleeve. “too bad...you would’ve had fun…” You whisper right before plunging the silver blade between her ribs. 

The girl barely had any time to utter a single word, for the blade had entered at precisely the right point to kill her almost instantly. You lay the body down and look at her. She truly did have a..hidden beauty to her...It was a shame you had to do something as terrible as that. unfortunately...it often resulted to actions of this nature..

You walk up the stairs of the mansion, intent on finding a new outfit for your new guest. You were sure the lady of the house had some particularly stunning outfits, having hidden in her closet earlier that night, before...dispatching the couple. The bedroom, much like the rest of the house, was overly spacious and luxuriously furnished. How someone needs this much space escapes you. 

You rifle through the closets, pawing through silks and satins, fabulous gowns and clothes you would hardly call fashionable. Finally, you find an outfit you deem appropriate for tonights’ gathering. You drape the baby blue dress over your arm and pick up the matching high-heeled shoes before making your way back downstairs to dress your newest guest. 

Once more, you pace in the living room of the mansion, mumbling to yourself. Should you go to this party? It took so long to plan, gathering the guests, finding outfits for them to wear. Planning a party was no easy feat, especially when no one knows you're throwing one. With a soft sigh, you check your watch. If you were to go, now would be a good time. everyone would be waiting for you. 

You straighten your suit, smoothing out the wrinkles. After putting on a bright smile, you walk through the doors to the dining room with a loud “welcome everyone! I'm so pleased You could make it.” The guests, from their seated position, don’t utter a word. how could they? They were all dead. Each tied to their chair with a party hat strung around their head. You check your watch once more. Perfect. As intended, you had arrived fashionably late. Now….the only thing left was to enjoy your party. clean up came after...and clean up was always the easiest part...