Manhattan mangler Chapter 2 (standard:horror, 1267 words)
Author: Demon Slayer	Added: Sep 25 2000	Views/Reads: 3738/2309	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
continuation of the life of a serial killer

Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story

him on, and he was thinking about relieving himself, when suddenly he 
heard a noise coming from the booth next to him. 

Harold peeked through the hole, and saw a man sitting in the room
totally naked, relieving himself.  Harold watched with mixed feelings.  
He was almost turned on by the sight, and yet was also disgusted by it. 
 The man noticed Harold looking, and began walking towards the hole.  
Harold quickly exited the room, and as he started down the hall, the 
man followed him.  Harold left the store, and was on the parking lot, 
when the man approached him.  "I saw you looking"  the man said.  "My 
name's Ken"  he said, extending his hand.  Harold nervously shook the 
man's hand.  "My name's Harold"  he replied. 

"Want to go somewhere and have a little fun?"  Ken asked.  Harold
thought about this for a moment, and agreed.  Ken took Harold down an 
abandoned alley.  Once they were sure that they were alone, Ken dropped 
to his knees and began to fumble with Harold's zipper.  Harold quietly 
unzipped his backpack, and pulled the large hunting knife out.  As Ken 
began to lower his mouth towards Harold's naked flesh, Harold plunged 
the knife downward.  It thrust right into the man's spinal cord in the 
base of his neck, and Ken fell to the ground.  He was moaning and 
thrashing about wildly. 

Harold continued to thrust the knife over and over until Ken stopped
moving.  Harold quickly zipped his pants, and ran from the scene.  Ken 
was lying dead in a large pool of his own blood.  Harold began running 
away as fast as he could.  Suddenly he stopped, and ran back.  He 
quickly took his knife and cut one of Ken's ears off.  He placed the 
ear in his bag.  "Damn, I almost forgot my trophy"  he thought to 
himself.  "How careless of me"  he said to himself quietly. 

Harold ran home quickly, feeling a bit more paranoid than usual.  He was
about 3 blocks from his house, when the police car pulled up next to 
him.  "Where are you going in such a hurry?"  the patrolman asked him.  
"Uh, I am trying to get home before it rains" Harold replied. "What's 
in the bag?" the officer asked, pointing at Harold's backpack.  "Just 
some of my things"  Harold replied.  Suddenly a large bolt of lighting 
struck, and the sky opened up, and it began pouring.  "Well, you better 
hurry home"  the officer said.  Harold quickly ran through is yard.  He 
ran into his house and quickly headed into his bedroom.  "Whew, that 
was close"  he thought to himself. 

coming soon, chapter 3....


Tweet