Stories tagged “serial killer”
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All in the family
I am perched on the edge of a seat that doesn’t want me, three legs shorter than the fourth. I am not a natural born pessimist, I believe in good things. Good things for good people, it’s just that I’m not good people. The preceding events ag...
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All in the Family II
“Disposing of a body isn’t as easy as it used to be,” I said, my mother shakes her head “What did I tell you? Huh,” a whispered demand. I hit replay and re-run our conversation but most of the words are hidden beneath the splatter. “I can
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Evil (The true Confessions Of Rosemary West)
My name is Rosemary West. “Rosemary, heaven restores you in life” Fred would say after burying a body. I usually ignored the statement, as I was not sure if it was a compliment or not, but him saying that with this one look on his face was ...
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American Psycho in 10 words
Patrick Bateman cleanses, moisturises, tones, rapes, kills, hallucinates et cetera.
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Home is Where the Hearts Are
Pausing at the front door I rested my hand on the heart-shaped door knob. Much of this was my fault. If I hadn’t left, I could have prevented the house’s decline. Hopefully, it hadn’t been gutted. The house was not as I remembered it....
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Of Umbrellas, Spiders, and Dark Times
“I’m going to catch the Spider, James.” Elizabeth called from our bedroom. She was referring to the city’s most used means of transportation, one that the public was assured was as safe as the zepplins that dotted the sky. I had...
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Human Waste
There were always good pickings around the truck stop – bins stuffed with slimy sausages, cold chips doused in thick grease and clots of sauce. Even when some idiot yearling overturned a bin, the staff never bothered to chase us off, prefering to...
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A Letter To New Scotland Yard
Commissioner, As you can see by the grisly photographs that accompany this letter, I am a killer, and a skilled one at that. There are a few missing, my earliest ones, but you have images of those in your archives, I know. At first, I thought I was on ...
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Changing Classes
The air in the classroom was stale and hot. Two dozen students were on their phones- texting or checking Facebook. Few were actually talking. None were paying attention. It was the first day of class and the teacher was nowhere to be seen. A strange bi...
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How It Feels to Kill
The girl’s small voice asked, “What does it feel like to kill?” The man flashed her a smile, all white teeth. They reminded her of a predator. The flashy grin you receive from the cannibal planning on eating your flesh. “It feel...