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I was never much of a people person. Especially when it came to socializing. So when I found out I’d be sharing an Airbnb with a complete stranger on my vacation, I started to consider booking a different Airbnb. But I had already paid for this place and some dinner reservations for my trip. I would have to deal with an extra person.
Little did I know, there was only one damn room in this place. Great. At least we were given two beds. It was only a couple nights; I'd live. And maybe, if I was lucky, my roommate wouldn't be to chatty. Maybe they'd be nice even! I. Wish.
“Hey! You’re [redacted] right? I’m #####” I asked the man standing over his luggage in the cramped room.
“Huh? Oh, yeah. What're you doin' in my room?” He responded sluggishly.
I hesitated, “Um, we’re roommates. The host said they informed you too.”
“Yeah, well, why don’t you sleep in the living room sweetheart.”
“There's not even a couch in there. Sweetheart. So I'm taking one of these beds.” I replied with gritted teeth, trying not to raise my voice.
“Yeesh, ok fine.” He said with an exasperated sigh. “Whatever, I’m taking this bed.” He tossed his bags on the bed closest to the window.
I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed, “I really don’t care about the beds, man. Take whichever you want.”
I tossed my stuff onto the bed that hadn’t been claimed with a huff. Glancing over at the clock, I realized it was already 7 pm. Thank god. I'll just spend one night here, leave first thing in the morning, and spend tomorrow night in some motel. It had to be better than spending another night with this asshole. I started to walk towards the bathroom to get myself ready for bed, when I was stopped by [redacted].
“Goin’ to bed already, girly?”
“Yeah. I’ve got tons stuff planned for tomorrow so I don’t want to be exhausted doing them.” I said with a groan.
“Alright babe, well don’t make too much noise, got it? I can't sleep with that shit.”
“Don't call me that.” I seethed.
"Damn, don't get your panties in a twist." He sneered.
I was livid. "What the hell is your problem?!"
He stood a little straighter then, taking on a more serious tone. "Can't you take a joke?"
"I thought jokes were s'posed to be funny, jackass." I replied, jabbing my pointer finger in his chest.
"It'd be funnier if you weren't such a prick." He spat.
I scoffed in his face and shoved him aside; slipping into the bathroom and slamming the door behind me. I heard a murmur from the other side of the door.
"..Bitch."
My hands immediately shot to my scalp as I tugged violently at my hair in rage. I took several deep huffs, trying to regain my composure, along with trying not to tear out all of my hair. Once I had pulled myself together enough, I got into the tiny shower, standing there for a while just letting the scorching water hit my face. After drying my hair, I stepped out of the closet of a bathroom, half-expecting [redacted] to be right outside the door. Thankfully, he was not there. And as I turned to get into bed, I saw that he was already sprawled out on his.
“Oh thank god.” I thought. “He couldn’t possibly bother me if he’s asleep.”
I’ve never been proven wrong so quickly in my entire life.
Now, I’ve never been able to sleep with noise. The most noise I can take while sleeping is rain, maybe some white noise, but nothing more than that. And the WORST thing for me to try and sleep with is snoring. Specifically a grown ass man's snoring, loud as hell and relentless. Mouth wide open, out cold, and practically dead. And boy did [redacted] have that snore.
I found myself glaring at the ceiling as if it was the cause of the noise. I grabbed a pillow and wrapped it around the back of my head, clutching the sides of my head, hoping to drown out the thunder coming from the bed next to me. I let out a long exaggerated groan of frustration.
“[redacted]!! Can you roll over or shut your mouth or something?!” I shouted in his direction.
All he did in response was give me a grunt, roll onto his side, and grumble a quick “shut up”. I thought maybe, MAYBE, that would solve my problem. But noOOOoo! Of course not. If anything, it got louder.
I sat up, turned to face the wall, and punched the headboard with all I had. "Dude SHUT UP!"
The wood cracked and split, along with the crunch of my knuckles. Pain rippled through my hand all the way to my elbow. Blood trickled down my fingers past the splinters that had sunk into my skin. The noise persisted. Not even a stutter in between it.
I got up, stomped over to the side of his bed, and started to shake him.
“Hey, wake up!!”
He groggily waved his hand to shoo me off. “Ughhhh….go away…”
“I’m gonna actually lose my mind if you don’t shut the fuck up!!”
The snoring was nothing if not persistent.
I started to hit his arms trying anything to wake him up. To make him stop. But he hardly even seemed to notice me. If there wasn’t that god awful snoring coming out of his mouth, you would’ve thought he was dead.
Dead.
….no.
No, I’m not just gonna kill this guy.
That’s insane!! That’s fucking insane!!! Killing a guy cause he won’t stop snoring?!
….he would deserve it.
...it would solve the problem...wouldn't it?
I had stopped trying to wake him at this point. I stared at him, one of my fists clenched to the point that I could feel blood trickling from where my nails were digging into my palm. My other fist was still recovering from the fight with the headboard, dried blood caking my knuckles. My eyes drifted and landed on the lamp on the bedside table.
It would only take a few swings.
No. No, they said I can't let these thoughts get to me. They're bad and I shouldn't act on them. I shouldn't...
...Had I taken my medication..?
I reached for the lamp, but hesitated as my fingers curled around the metal.
...No one would miss him. It wouldn't take too long...
I drug the lamp off the table, tearing the plug from the outlet. Taking the lamp in both hands, I raised it over my head. Everything seemed to slow down. My hearing became muffled and my ears were ringing. The only thing I could still hear was that damn snoring. I took a few deep, measured breaths and tightened my grip on the lamp.
With all the strength I could muster with a shattered hand, I swung down with the lamp onto his face.
There was a sickening crunch that was undoubtedly his teeth and bridge of his nose.
He let out a blood-curdling scream as soon as the base of the lamp had sunk into his face. His eyes shot wide as he finally woke up.
*crunch*
Another swing, hitting him over the eyes and forehead this time. Blood splattered my shirt and the covers of the bed. Chunks of his eye being crushed out between cracks of what used to be eye sockets. Another muffled cry.
*crunch*
It was a more muffled crunch this time, his bones, flesh, and blood being blended together with the bottom of the lamp.
More blood. I flinched as flecks of blood and gore chunks of muscle hit me in the face.
A pained, gurgley groan escaped from the mound of gore. Almost like...pleading. Like he was begging to be spared.
But I would not be gifting him that relief.
Again.
*crunch*
I heard him choke on his own face.
Again.
……
And then there was...nothing.
No more screams. No more snores.
Silence.
I let out a sigh of contentment and laid back down on my bed. I slowly closed my eyes, as I listened to the nothingness around me.
Though….there was…one sound still lingering next to me.
I open my eyes and turned to look at what used to be [redacted]’s face.
There was a faint wheezing coming from the bloody, caved in skull of [redacted]. His hands were still laying at his sides, trembling and twitching; trying so hard to hold on. He did not want to die.
But I wanted him to.
Still laying down, I reached for the blood-coated lamp that I had set back down on the bedside table, and threw it at [redacted]’s poor excuse for a face.
That got him to shut up.
Finally.
Finally I was greeted with beautiful, heavenly silence. I closed my eyes and turned to face away from [redacted]. As I took a deep breath, I was hit with the nauseating sent of blood; the irony scent burning my nose. I buried my face into my pillow.
I fell asleep thinking about the fact that I just ruined a good shirt.
I’d have to get a new one.
The next morning, I woke up feeling incredible. Not exhausted in the slightest. Although I was met again with the odor of blood. The air had been completely swamped with the stench.
Causing problems even when he’s dead.
I decided to pack my things. After all, I had things to do. A vacation to be enjoyed. A murder to get away with.
I left within the hour. I didn’t bother to hide the body or even clean up the room. I cleaned of the remaining blood from myself, changed clothes, packed my bags, and walked towards the door.
As I reached for the handle, I turned to face [redacted].
“Sleep well, sweetheart!” I said cheerily as I gave the corpse a little wave.
This vacation was turning out to be one of the best ones I’d ever had.