“You! You fucking bastard! I’m going to kill you!” Shouts an enraged man as he raises his already bloodied pipe.

While he swings it down, the man being attacked thinks, ‘You can’t! You can’t! You! I’ll destroy your life if I ever remain!’

And then the sickening crunch of a person's head cracking. And another sickening crunch and another.

Until the enraged man comes to his sense.

“I’ve, I’ve got to hide the body. Oh no, what have I done? I didn’t. I didn’t mean to kill him!”

Dragging the body away, the man puts the mutilated body into a trash bag, ties it up, and throws the bag into the river.

“Hopefully the police don’t find the bag. But even then, they can’t trace it back to me, right. They can’t trace it.” Mutters the man.

The man mutters the whole way to his house. But he should have stayed a moment longer. As the spirit of the man he just killed, had returned to the land of the living.

“GRAAAAHHHHHH” Howls the mutilated spirit towards the moon.

This spirit has come back in the exact image of when the body died, with a mutilated head with wet, dripping water.

The man had actually still been alive when he had been thrown into the river.

Now, this man is a vengeful spirit. So the only thing retained, is their desire for revenge. The only thing that has remained, burning this feeling, this need into its very being. There was no way this newly awakened spirit would ever rest until this man died a terrible death.

And when the man died, the vengeful spirit would bring it to hell with him.

At this thought, the vengeful spirit grinned a twisted smile, he would kill the man.

Kill him! Kill him! KILL HIM!

Howling one more time at the moon, the vengeful spirit slips off into the night, searching for his prey.

With it’s head to the ground, the spirit looked as if it was following a trail, or a scent like a dog would. But how could that be? The spirit wasn’t a dog afterall.

But nonetheless.

The spirit arrived at the door of his killer.

Grinning maliciously, the spirit slinked into the man’s yard, moaning, “How could you? How could you kill me? I will have my revenge… You can never escape me… I will turn your life into a living hell before I kill you!”

The spirit grinned. It would toy with its prey before dragging the man to hell with it.

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Waking up in a cold sweat, the killer sat up in bed. And looked into his yard. When he caught a glimpse of a floating figure with a mutilated head.

And he realized that it looked exactly like what he had done earlier to another man.

But that man had it coming! He had destroyed his livelihood! His entire life’s work! Everything! He deserved it!

Glaring back, the man refused to show fear to this unknown entity.

But then he started to feel a chill creeping up his arms. As if they were slowly freezing, and this is when he noticed that the mist the spirit was giving off was slowly freezing everything. Already, his breath came out as a plume of steam.

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Panicking the man lashed out, hoping to somehow damage the spirit, but was unable to do so.

Afterall, how could the physical effect the spiritual? It wouldn’t work.

Seeing as lashing out didn’t work, the man leapt out of bed. And ran for his exit out of the house.

But before being able to jump out the window, he was grabbed at the legs and he flopped against the floor.

Tearing at the floor, refusing to give into the spirit, the man struggled towards the window. His salvation.

But then he looked back. And this made him feel true fear as the spirit was right behind him, grinning maliciously.

“You cannot escape me.” whispers the ghost, “YOU CANNOT ESCAPE ME!” Howl's the ghost.

Some way or another, the man is able to break free of the ghosts control and he leaps out of his two story building and lands without any trouble.

Gasping for breath, the man quickly makes his way towards the nearest train station.

Even at this late hour, there should be a train heading for the airport.

Stumbling forwards with unsteady feet, the man takes out his phone, and books passage on an airport out of the country.

Even though his life was ruined by the dead man, and even his spirit still made life difficult. He would still live. He would live!

Sure, he hadn’t meant to kill the damned man, but he would be lying if he hadn’t enjoyed beating the man who ruined his life, his career.

But now wasn’t the time for that, he had to board the train.

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The spirit was still in the house.

It was unable to comprehend how the man was able to slip past it’s grasp. How had the man escaped? It thought.

No matter. The man will die. He will live the remainder of his life in fear of me. I will kill him!

KILL HIM! KILL HIM! KILL HIM!

Again, the spirit howls at the moon. But this time, the neighborhood dogs start to bark, the pets all go berserk and wake their owners.

The pets were able to detect the blood lust let off by the spirit, but that didn’t matter.

The spirit was on the man’s trail again.

He would never escape.

The spirit would always find the man no matter where he ran.

Always and forever until the day the man died.

And when the man died, the spirit would drag the man with him to hell.

Author’s Note: Yeah! One Shot are awesome! Anyways. I left the story open ended for a reason. Afterall, this way, you guys can come up with endings yourself. But I had a moral for this story. For all you kids out there, the world isn’t black and white.

There is good and bad. A murderer can kill someone for a reason, no matter how petty. A reason is a reason. And humans usually only need a reason to enact something. Anyways, moral of the story is, don’t piss anyone off, who knows if they will come and kill you. And for those who are thinking about killing someone. Don’t. You never know how that action could bite you in the ass one day.