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|The Brunette Killer (standard:Suspense, 1419 words)|
|Author: Michael Lance Kersting||Added: Aug 08 2006||Views/Reads: 2662/1460||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Jackson, the Brunette Killer, had a sharp surprise in store|
Jackson watched her moved in from his apartment's window. She was beautiful,full bodied and a brunette. He felt excited. He loved brunettes. especilly loved to kill them. It all started back in his youth when he fell in love with a brunette named Hyacinth. She was in the same choir with him and she spurned his advances,telling him that he was “not her type”. It hurt then and it still did, even after twenty years.. Then the killings started and he murdered twelve women since then. All brunettes .The cops were after him ,of course,and he had eluded them for six years. He killed at random ,off and on some times months on end , which made it difficult for the authorities to catch him. The press called him the “Brunette Killer.” He liked that . It had a great ring to it. but the cops were fools, depending mostly on tips from citizens. Apart from that, they were incompetent jackasses he concluded and he despised them for that. He even sent type written notes to them from time to time taunting them. One such was “I spoke to a couple of you guys the other night, catch me if you can” and signed BK for Brunette Killer. He taunted them just like Jack The Ripper (who was his favourite serial killer) did in Whitechapel,London back in 1888. He had even tried to copycat Jack leaving some of his victims disembowelled, but after a couple of victim he found he hadn't the stomach to carry out such mutilations. It was too gory for him. So he garroted, raped and slit their throats. He found this method less messy. Now there was this new tenant. How appropiate. It was ironic. He didn't have to search for them this time. She had come to him. What a bonus! he concluded excitedly. She would be lucky number thirteen He studied her movements for a couple of weeks found out that her name was Rachel and that she lived two floors below him at number fourteen and that she had a boyfriend named Frank ,who would pick her up on weekends. He seemed to be well off,always dressed in well tailored suits,he noted, and a pang of jealousy would washed over him combined with bitter hatred. It reminded him of Hyacinth and her “high falutin' boyfriends. It was a cold windless night that Jackson decided to kill his neigbour. He looked at his watch. It read 6:30. She would be here from work in another fifteen minutes. She was a precise person he had observed and very punctual. In his apartment, Jackson reached into his coat pocket locating his black driving gloves. He liked the feel of the type with the holes in them for his knuckles to show through. The thin piano wire was in his other pocket along with the serrated knife. “Guaranteed to cut thru a stale loaf of bread and even a steak bone.”The TV ad said. He stepped off on a dream tangent momentarily recalling the advertisement. He went out into the long narrow corridor and down the stairway to Rachel's apartment. He gripped the bannister with one hand and took each step with meticulously placed footsteps so as not to make a sound of his trespass. The hallway offered a weird silence and no one was in sight. He slipped a credit card between the jamb and the lock and pushed against the door. The door clicked and opened a crack.. Rachel didn't have time to secure and mount her dead bolt as of yet. He listened intently before entering. There was a loud ticking of a wall clock as he closed the door behind him and locked it. He went directly to her bedroom. He smiled displaying his decaying teeth as he opened her dresser drawers. He fondled her delicate silk underwear stroking them with the gentleness of petting a fawn, and breathed in their tantilizing smell , getting a slight erection. The phone in the living room rang .He stiffened. The answering machine picked it up on the fourth ring. “Baby, it's Frank..I ‘ve got the contract and we are going out to celebrate. I'll pick you up at 7:30 . Bye now,Ilove you.sweetheart” The phone clicked off. Jackson smiled weakly. He scanned the bedroom for a place to hide. He entered the bathroom. behind the shower curtain! Yes ,he reasoned...No wait! He changed his mind abruptly. He stepped from the plastic tub pushing aside the white vinyl curtain. And entered the walk-in closet instead. He placed his back to the wall of the closet and waited now for Rachel's shower when she came home from work. Click here to read the rest of this story (59 more lines)
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