Ok. I’m not the best at these but here we go. My cursed thought. Just know that this is fictional. Your standing above a random kids bed. You had succeeded in climbing in through the bedroom window without making much noise. The kid looks to be a white,13 year old male. You hold the knife in your hand. “What am I doing?” You wonder. The kid isn’t related to you in the slightest. You barely know him from school. You have no time for turning back. You know what you must do. “But it’s wrong!” Your Conscience screams in your head, but you ignore it. You raise the knife, in one swift movement you bring it down into the kids throat. The blood squirts everywhere. Some getting into your eye through the mask you wear. You see the kids look on his face. You see fear, dread and agony, and yet you feel…calm. Not the calm you always feel. No, this calm is quiet. You have no thoughts running in your head. You have no worry. You feel truly at peace. You pull the knife out of the dead kids corps, you can’t help but smile and chuckle. You eye the hallway door. “On to the next room.” You whisper.