hmmm I want to write a novel but I don't have an idea for a plot D: I want to write a horror/thriller/msytery one well at least one of those lol

any ideas?

lets see...

-thinks-

"You can run but you can't hide~" his voice echoed in a sing-song motion as he was walking coolly with what kids now and days would call 'swag' down the long dark red velvet corridors; a maze that seemed like it never ends. Even though she was far from sight range, he still knew exactly where she was and where her next turn was going to be.

He didn't need any sort of security cams, tracking devices or any type of GPS system to keep track of his prey. It was more thrilling to let her think she was home free when she no longer sees him insight; that is until he appears behind her with a menacing grin from ear to ear and his voice with the same sing-song like techinque say, "I told you you couldn't hide~ Game over~"

All his killings ended the same- catch them, let them run around in his mouse-like maze, track them down, then end their life- simple and very repeatative. In all honesty, he was getting rather bored and uninterested in his little ponds. He almost had half a mind to set them free once but then what will he do to entertain himself?

He sighed as he twirled his black sliver knife in his fingers. The blade twinkled in the moonlight sending little winks to its master as it whirled around the room in a 360 degree angle. He stared at his weapon seeing all his past murders in its shiney blade. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, remeniscing. "Oh, how I miss those wonderful bloody days~" he said aloud in his room. "Don't you?" He peered at his old dearest friend- the knife. "Yes, I remember the very first game we ever played together~ the way he screamed and cried for his mommy~ hahaha~ who knew that such a small child could hold so much blood~"

As the night went long into darkness, he sat on his favorite chair- a dry blood stained lazy boy- and kept on reliving his greatest moments in his life. He had so many, it was really hard to choose his favorite one. He kept on his flashbacks well on into the next morning; not once did his smile ever fade from his features. Not even when they came to get him. He knew for a while now that his regin of terror wasn't going to last; he knew it and he was okay with it. In fact he was glad that they were coming to get him. He was glad because now he didn't have to worry about how to keep himself entertained anymore which was a real drag for him.

"Welcome~ please make yourselves at home~" he greeted them as they surround him in his chair, guns all pointing at him. Not once did he stop smiling that sweet bloody smile. If he was going down might as well go down with a smile. Shots were heard throughout the room and even outside his house; it caused the birds to fly away with quickness nearly attacking some innocent by passers.

As he laid on his forever new home, even though half his face was gone and had so many bullet holes and his suit was covered in his own blood, not once did he stop smiling. He kept that smile on him; forever frozen on his lips.

Although his game of catch and kill was finally over, the town will never forget him and his actions. He has become the celebirty and the talk of all the towns. Everyone knows his story, his life just about anything there is to know. He was a legend after all it would be strange if no one ever spoke about him.

They say if you talk about him that he will smile because he is happy that people still fear him.

"You can run but you can't hide~ Game over~ hahaha~"

what do you guys think?