Knives Drawer Nightmare

I don't know the reasons to this mysterious, pathetic and horrifying obsession. What I am sure is that every single night, just before going to sleep, I'd have to walk around the house, picking every single fucking bloody knife I could possibly find, and put them all in the knives drawer. I couldn't deal with the idea of a sharp, dangerous knife to the reach of my sleepwalker self, so that's what I would do every night.

But right now I feel way too tired and for some unknown to me reason, forgot to follow my cautious and essential routine. Once I lean my head in the pillow and immerse my body into the bed I remember there is a sharp chinese-steal-blade knife (which I received as my Birthday's present from a friend) inside a plastic case, hung from my kitchen's window. I should have forgot it after using it. I need to get it into the knives drawer... I walk out of the bed slowly, in procession right to the kitchen. I take the knife, and looking through the window, I realize the door of my backyard is open. Fuct. Fear takes over, I go out, and run with all my energy. Is so fucking far. Once I reach there I close the door, but my heart stops when I realize someone has got in, and I feel it's presence, just behind me.

I turn round and theres this strange person. I can't see it's face. It's wearing a rain black overcoat and a top hat, black as well. I feel a hostile attitude from that strange inhuman being, and as my body fills with fear and I perspire cold, I take the knife out of the case and sink it into his overcoat, right into his body. I feel the meat, the flesh tearing apart to my hand's movements. Once the knife is in, I try, but can't take it out, and I froze up when that horrible being moves, lifts up its right hand and place it over the knife.

'If I take it out, I kill you' - It said.

My life flashed right in front of my eyes as I watched, with the popcorn and liquid revolving in my stomach, as a member of the audience in a horror movie, the knife being slowly pulled out of the chest of that evil creature. Now it's my turn. I can feel the knife through my body.
I should be more carefully with my own obsessions next time.

Pablo Lansky