John Kramer | FORBIDDEN DESIRE (Book1)

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I have been trying to do my research about the Jigsaw Killer but found out that there's a little to find on the internet. I'm sure that the police have already cleaned the data about him but I was wrong, I found an address that stated where he was living.

He's not too far from here, I went there last time but nothing found so useful. There's just some stuff that he left. John Kramer have already been gone for a few months, the case and news about him had already faded.

I was hoping that he will come back but people have already informed that he was already dead, his body was buried somewhere but I didn't believe it when I found out another address that stated about the place he got his burial.

I immediately got intrigued that I went there with my car. I saw a cemetery that it's already abandoned and there's no one there, not even a care taker or something.

I searched for his tombstone everywhere and stumbled upon what I'm looking for.

In loving memory of John Kramer

It wasn't so hard at all, I immediately kneel down to search for something like a clue or hint. I felt sad while brushing the dust on his tombstone. This is just cruel, not taking care of someone you love.

Imagine that you're already dead and your loved one's decided to put you in an abandoned cemetery, your tombstone getting dirty and dusty until the grass grow long enough for it to cover your name... and then one day, nobody will check and realized that you live a life before.

That's what I hated the most, whether you're an innocent person or a serial killer... you deserve a better burial place not a place enough for it to be called haunted or abandoned.

I decided to do what it takes to know the truth. I will dig up his grave and since no one was here, it would be all good. I went back towards my car and pick up a shovel.

I carried it and went back to John's grave. I lift the shovel and push it with my foot. I gripped it tightly as I tried to dig up. It wasn't  easy, the soil was too hard.

I dug my shovel deeply until I managed to take out some dirt. Soon my efforts finally paid off as I felt a hard material underneath my foot.

I brushed of the dirt on his coffin as quick as I can and then I gathered the only strength I have to open it. I pulled with all my might until it finally moved.

Fuck, It cannot be.... It's empty!

I screamed feeling the chillness on my bones as I blink twice but still there's nothing there, not even a skeleton at all, it's just empty like it's new and haven't been use before.

"Y/n.. I could say that you never failed to amaze me.. you have gone too far from invading my house to digging up my grave" someone touched my shoulder as I felt like my soul leaving my body.

I was so scared to turn around and I tried to figure it out if it's real or I'm just going insane.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" his voice forced me to look at him... I wasn't wrong, it was John Kramer itself.

Alive and strong, in a quick motion he carried me up and pressed my back on the ground.

"Tell me who knows about me? I already paid a lot to erase my identity so no one would dare to look for me again!" he was so mad and his voice was firmed.

"I'm the only one who was looking for you" I said and he finally let me go.

"Better be like that- Why are you looking for me?" he asked as he look into my eyes, figuring out my intentions.