Short stories collection

The gmail

From: My eyes on you
To: cathy15@gmail.com
Subject: December 15th, 5:30pm
Compose mail
Cathy, from the very first day I set my eyes on you, I lost it. I lost all my sanity. Every night, I imagine what it'd be like to have a piece of you. Having your heart will make me a fulfilled man. My demons are raging, they want to have you by their side. They want to know how it feels like to have Cathy with them.
I'm sending you this gmail to tell you that my eyes are on you. I love the way you purr like a cat when you sleep.
I love how you sleep on those beautiful pink pyjamas. You're so beautiful and innocent. I can't ever stop wanting you. The only thing that piss me off is how you take your bath (faster than the speed of light). I want you to spend more time in the bathroom, cleaning those assets of us.

The reaction on your face while reading this Gmail is giving me adrenaline rush. It's making me want you more and more. I'm just waiting for your dad and mom to go to work so that I can come claim what's rightfully mine- your body.
I want you to taste better than Laura, your 15 year old classmate who went missing. I didn't really enjoying eating her. She was all bones. But I know you ain't. You are so chubby and would make a sumptuous meal. I would put your head carefully in my shelf collection. I store the beautiful ones there. I love you Cathy and I want to have your heart.
I'm coming to get you this night.

December 15th, time 6:pm

He smiled grimly as he took the last bite of her heart. He had sent her that Gmail to lure her outside. She would have been safe if she had not run outside like a maniac in search of her parents who had just stepped out. He knew she wore pink pyjamas because he heard her talking to her friends. He found out she purred like a cat when she sleep because he heard her talking to her friends. He knew her parents were going out because she had also told her friends in school. He knew that she took her bath in a minute because her friend told her other friends.  He knew how she would react because he was her psychology teacher.

He was a man of his words. He put her head in the midst of the beautiful ones.
He was ready to send another Gmail to his next victim.