A break and enter then murder thing next

You have been driving around and masturbating for a long time now. Never long enough to cum, just keeping yourself hyper-alert and excited. You find a nice looking house. It looks like the kid's home who lived down the street in grade school. You used to love hanging out there. It felt so safe and warm there. Until you gouged the boy's right eye out in a scuffle over the last cookie. You pull up to the house and get out. You have a handgun in the back of your pants and your leather jacket holds three cruel blades. You rush up to the front door and kick. It holds, but the door is not going to make a second kick. You step and and run into it kicking a second time. The door swings inward to bang against the wall inside. You see there is a man in the hall facing you with a big calibre handgun clutched in both hands. Oh Shit! Is your last thought as the your head vaporizes from the bridge of the nose up, leaving your ears sticking out like some grotesque surrealist sculpture. You die right then and there, and you never reincarnate or go to a afterlife. That's just it.

The End.