Samantha had been going a little psycho lately. Watching more and more documentaries about murder and reading books on poisons, weapons and serial killers had flicked a switch in her mind. She wanted to kill, and kill was what she was going to do.
She had a book, with the names of her soon-to-be victims written down and the ways she would kill them next to their names. First on the list and by far the most annoying was Franklin. Franklin had been getting on her nerves and a way to shut someone up was to smother them with a pillow. And so that was what she planned on doing. She invited him over to hang out in her house. They talked and he started taking over the conversation and she'd had enough of him.
She grabbed the pillow off the sofa next to her and started suffocating. His muffled screams and flailing arms and legs slowed down and became less exaggerated as he lost the air in his lungs and he slowly turned a delightfully deadly shade of purple. She removed the pillow and laughed at her work. "That shade of purple looks nice with my skin tone," she smiled a wicked smile before dragging his body down to the cellar and out the back door to the garden, she dug a deep grave for him, taking a picture of his lifeless body as a keepsake, as well as all of his jewellery before covering him with dirt and leaving his decaying body not to be found by anyone.
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Sweet By Day, Serial Killer By Night
General FictionSamantha is your typical suburban mother, well that is until she gets the urge to kill all of her friends and family.
