Short Horror Story

 The crow flew around the 1993 Toyota Supra. Watching it.
Caution. Fear. Excitement. Anger. Anxiety. All these emotions at once. So.... mind revealing. So.... enjoyable. 
 The man licked his lips. He could taste the poison. The blood. So..... close. Almost within reach. Just, ….. out of reach though. A couple more..... steps until the need. Until.... that need... is fulfilled. 
  Focus, the man told himself. Back to the crow.
 The crow landed on a branch. Surveying the car that was now parked. A woman and a boy got out, and headed into the woods. 
 Perfect, the man thought. Johnny Woods. Johnny Woods. Johnny Woods. Who was Johnny Woods. The man hit himself. Focus. I'm Johnny Woods. I'm Johnny Woods. I am ME!
Are you though? Are you really you. Your losing control Johnny. You are losing. And I'm th---
SHUT UP! I'M IN CHARGE! I RUN THE SHOW! You will go away. After this last one. Right? Right? You promised me. You told me, I'd be free. Free of you. Free..... of myself. Its going to happen. Right?
The man started crying. He'd already lost so much. He's already taken too much. Stuff that wasn't his. Stuff..... he regretted. But.... enjoyed.
 Back to the crow! Its almost time! 
The crow turned its head. Followed the woman and the boy. They would reach the house in minutes. 
 The man looked behind him. Shut off the computer. looked out the attic window. They were closer than he thought. They wanted information on the boys father. Well, he had that information. He'd give them the information. He'd show the information...… he'd show the boy his own father. That should give the boy something to think about..... in his final moment.
Yes. That is the key. The terror. The nightmares.

Tell him. Tell him. Tell him it was his fault. Let him know. Let him know he's at fault for his father. He knows what he's done. He brought his mother to the same fate as his father. Yes. Revenge the mother. Let the mother know what he has planned. Chaos. Pure, bloody CHAOS!
 Don't do it. You know what will happen. Pure, bloody chaos. Is that what you want for that boy? You want to raise him like you were raised. By the hand of your father. Just.... listen to reason. Listen for the sound of the bells. the sound of life. enjoy it. You can stop this. You can, just believe in yourself. Plea-
  "SHUT UP! Just SHUT UP for once. Please...." He sobbed. "I'm the only one who can stop this. I just need more time. More time..... I need it...… I-I-I want..... I WANT TIME!"
 You need to learn your manners! Its never nice to tell someone to shut up, most of all ME!
   The mans hands closed around his throat. He strained for breath. He was losing. He had to obey. This one last time. Then.....  he could be...….. free. Free of everything that he's done. 
 "Y-y-y-you win." The man gasped out. He could feel his light slipping into the darkness. If he couldn't stop it, it was the end.
  Good. It's nice we've come to the same understanding. All I'm asking is for this one... last... itsy-bitsy...favor. Remember. You owe me. This is the last thing I ask you for. Then, your free. The one thing you've always wanted. To..... Be...… FREE! Just imagine that. FREEDOM. Do this, and it shall be yours.
 The man ran down the stairs, took a door to his left, then took down another flight of stairs. This one lead to the basement. He passed by the forty-eight bodies. All with their chest cavity open, filled to the brim with crow eggs, white arsenic powder, gunpowder, and fuses. He would sacrifice them. A signal of freedom. Independence. A firework would resurrect him. As himself. When the time was right. He would end this once and for all. He launched for his desk, grabbed his Analog camera, and a tranquillizer pistol.  He'd get them on camera. Get them to take a photo with the rest of the bodies. Then they will join.
 He licked his lips again. He was salivating. He could taste his freedom. He was about to break the leash. About to cross the threshold. He was about to do it. He would win. He could be the only winner. He was a wolf, hunting... its.... last.... meal.
 Leave. Leave these souls. Let them rest. Do it now. You conscious will be freed. You will be forgive. You can leave. You can love. Just le-
  Don't tell me what to do. I'm me. I will be me. I shall remain me. Nobody in my mind, telling me... telling me what to do..... to order me around.... to make me obey..... to make me kill..... to make me think..... to make me do.... ANYTHING! I WONT DO IT! NOT WHEN IM THIS CLOSE. I'm so close. Just this last order. Then I'm done. I can be free, Its what I need to do.

The man trudged his way back up the stairs. The doorbell ringed. The man smiled and opened the door, and invited them inside.