I remember everything, it was between the year 1700, where the medieval era had already passed but the time of the witch hunt still persisted... I remember my biggest mistake, a mistake that literally cost me my life.
My biggest mistake was trusting the wrong person. I always was, am and will be the best assassin or assassin?
I remember my first parents from that horrible time, I remember them too, just as I remember their last words, monster. That was the first time but not the last.... At that time murders were very common, but mine? Mine were unforgettable, remembered, I left my mark but they never found me... Until that damn day, that damn day that I trusted...
It was my biggest mistake, trusting the wrong person. Trusting was the worst mistake of my previous life but at the same time I am grateful for it, because we learn from mistakes.
I only remember that they took me tied up and my period clothes were torn and dirty just like my body.
I remember how they dragged me to the guillotine. The one that would mark the end of my life... I remember how the person who betrayed me looked at me, how I looked at him in a threatening way...
—What will be your last words?—asked my executioner.
It was late to answer but at the moment they were going to start the count to cut the guillotine rope, my scream silenced all the people who were screaming for my death.
-LISTEN! I WILL TAKE VENGEANCE ON ALL OF YOU, YOU DAMN TRAITOR WILL PAY DEARLY FOR ALL OF THIS I ASSURE YOU! I WILL REINCARNATE AND BE WORSE THAN I WAS HERE! SEE YOU IN HELL HAIL SATAN!—and my head rolled, I felt like the guillotine cut off my head and then my eyes sawed off.
Then there would be and I was in a different place, in a comfortable bed and a passable bedroom, with a different outfit from my time.... No Much later I discovered that my words turned out to be true, I was reincarnated in a different time, ahead of time. I would say.....
(...)
Her or him ?
I was, I am and I will always be the number one, the most recognized murderer. But I, like you, have a story, a story that is pleasant, so pleasant that my second parents died for what?, because I was his executioner, the one who cut off their heads and then removed his faces....
As every murderer begins, that's how I started or well I started again. As? killing animals, when my parents discovered me it was killing our cat Lucas, they were horrified and took me to a psychologist in that horrible town, my excuse? My excuse was that I wanted to check if cats really had seven lives? Because how evil would a six-year-old child be? Exactly none.
I remember my first victim, my first murder, the adrenaline I felt was pure, and I remembered my past. At that time, they burned people who claimed to be witches, people possessed by the devil, they took them to the gallows or where they took me.... The guillotine, the same one where they cut off my head.
Returning to the present when I killed my first victim, it occurred to me to create my modus operandi...
I called 911, they came to help the poor dead man, they touched the body leaving their own footprints.
Ha! Delusional... The second victim the same, the third the same....
—This murderer is a ghost—that's what the officer who took my cases to journalists said.
The crowd called me "The Phantom" so I decided to stick with that alias. As time passed more victims died. They died in the most cruel way, some in a medieval way, others very simple.
seventeen victims, ten men and seven women. But this thing about murder and not getting caught, I decided that it is better for another detective to handle my case instead of the inept person in charge of it..
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When they found the eighteenth body, it had something different, a note, a note that contained a message with a lot of meaning.
"I'm tired of playing where the mouse fights the cat and never catches it. I need you to change the garbage detective who handles my case and hire the best one you have.
He decided to do something big, something that will never be forgotten...
See you on the avenue of death..."
Atte: Ghost
That message excited the detectives, wanting to find out what the avenue of death was. Until I remember that near that avenue there was a bridge where people were hanged. As well as an abandoned warehouse where they found the fifteenth victim.
This murderer is characterized by killing his victims in a medieval manner. He hung both men and women on pulleys. He put the men in acid until they were boneless, but not before brutally torturing them.
He cut off the women's fingers, some their nails and teeth, just as he removed their skin and faces in a perfect way, he cut off their feet and hands as well.
When the police arrived at the old bridge there was nothing but three bodies hanging...
— I need forensics here and don't touch the bodies without hand protection. “We know his modus operandi,” said an officer.
"Now who answered the calls?" He asked, knowing that this is always the modus operandi. Murder and then then call 911 and escape.
—A woman who was passing by here asked for help but no one touched the body—
—How come she summoned us here.... Let's go to the warehouse quickly!—She shouted and several units understood on the way to the warehouse...
(...)
"I thought it would take less time," the ghost mocked.
—What have you done?—Everyone was speechless when they saw jars with hands, feet, fingers and faces in preservation.
—It was already boring to me that I killed and killed and no one caught me, they had me so close and at the same time so far away—said Ghost….
