the christmas journal

 It was Christmas eve and I went to my friend’s house to visit him and his wife. He lived in a really secluded area down the hill. It was snowing and his place looked really good down the mountain. I pressed the doorbell and was greeted by my friend’s lovely wife’s cheerful face. Both looked very enthusiastic and were full of Christmas spirit. Little did they know that I am going to kill them after few minutes. The house was filled with the silence of the mountain, it was so silent that even the sound of the clock ticking was able to be heard. My friend’s wife wanted to show me the new curtain they bought, which was in their bedroom. Meanwhile, my friend was in the kitchen getting me some wine for dinner. I pulled out the gun I had in my pocket, while she was looking at the curtain and was talking about it. Bang! The gun blew. I saw my friend’s wife’s face it was really bad. So bad it was awful to watch. My friend from the kitchen heard the gun sound and was panicked. He came running to the bedroom to check what happened. He was shocked to see his wife dead and me having the gun. He was confused and looked painful. He raged in anger towards me, asking why I did this to his wife. In fear, I shot him two times in the stomach. The bullets must have hit his gut very bad that he died instantly. It was really painful and tough to sit through. Then I flew the place through the back door while locking the front door from inside and closing the backdoor from outside. After few days the neighbors found that there were no signs of the family being active in the house. So they called the police. The police arrived at the crime scene. I went to my friend’s house pretending to see them after a long time to check what's going on, while the police were investigating his house. The police stopped me and investigated about the incident. Obviously, I lied and after few minutes of interrogation, they let me go. You can wonder why I did all these bad and awful things to those innocent people? Why you ask so? The answer is for art. For my new book that centers around the murder of a couple who was killed by his friend.