The Halloween Massacre

Chapter 7 ~ Warren

I can't find myself able to sleep tonight, probably because of the earlier... situation... with Amira's dirt bag boyfriend. 

I would've killed him right then and there if she had let me. 

And I wish she had. 

So instead I'm here, lying awake in my bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking of all the ways I want to torment the little shit. Ripping his fingernails off, cutting his heels, slitting his throat. I honestly could go on forever, but I know Amira wouldn't like that. 

I sit up, throwing the blanket to the side and get dressed. 

What I'm about to do is probably not something Amira would be okay with, but I have too much pent up anger needing to be released to not do something about it. 

Half an hour later, I'm parked in front of Alex Rigglio's home, with everything I need in the bag on the passenger seat beside me. The same passenger seat I plan to have Amira sit on some day. 

Alex Rigglio is one of the many pedophiles plaguing this world today, and he's been on my kill list for quite some time now. I'm not sure why I haven't offed him yet, but I guess since October is coming I should probably get a head start. If you haven't guessed yet already, I'm the guy responsible for 'The Halloween Massacre' killings. It really is impressive if you think about it. 

By the time someone finds Alex's body, it'll be October, and my first kill of the month will be set in. I always plan these murders so that the body isn't discovered until it's already half decomposed. It's a lot more fun that way. 

I don't think Amira's type is serial killer, but she also is in an abusive relationship, which mark my words I plan to end soon, so I don't think she'll be totally scared off if she ever finds out. 

Pushing my thoughts of her away, a grab my bag and start toward the house. I need to be in complete focus for my little projects. I'm too far gone in this game to get caught.

The last time I checked, which was about twenty minutes ago, Alex has no security cameras on the sides of his house or in his bedroom, which conveniently for me, his bedroom window is on the side. He makes this much easier for me than he thinks. 

Carefully stalking through the shadows, I make my way around, being sure not to get spotted by cameras. 

Alex Rigglio's house is grand. I've never the privilege of seeing inside, but the outside is near exquisite. I can only imagine the chandeliers that must adorn the interior. The outside walls are a creamy white, and every window is far bigger than necessary, but I guess when you have the money he does, you can have any size window you want. The front lawn is overflowing with flowers and greenery. 

When I make Amira mine, I'll buy her three times the flowers here, if she wants it. That's a promise if I've ever made one.  

Shaking my thoughts of her away, something I don't exactly like doing, I keep making my way around the front of the house. 

His bedroom window is about 12 feet from the ground; Twice my height. Nonetheless, I start climbing the tree conveniently beside the large window. It's as if he wants someone to sneak in. I put that thought aside. It's not important right now. 

When I reach the highest point of the tree I can climb without breaking the branches, I haul myself over to the open windowsill and quietly land inside his room.  At this point I'm starting to get suspicious with how simple this has been. It's as if Alex has been excepting someone tonight. You would think a millionaire pedophile would have a more secure home. Unless he is just careless. I need to be more alert than necessary, I'm sure. 

His bedroom is almost completely burgundy and creamy white colored. It's quite spacious and the rug underneath is fluffy; One of those carpets you can tell is soft even by stepping on it with shoes. I have to admit, he's got some taste in style. Definitely not in women though. Hell, he doesn't even like women, he likes little girls. Every time I think about it I'm absolutely disgusted.

He fully deserves what's coming for him. 

Back to the task at hand, I cautiously explore the room. Everything has its own neat place , perfectly crisp and organized. The works of his maids, who he often rapes, so I've heard from Zane. 

The one fact that really throws me off is that Alex isn't anywhere to be seen. I would think he might've gone out for the night but Alex isn't the late night party-er type. 

I step on a creak in the floorboards and immediately halt. I can't be so careless to get caught breaking and entering by stepping on a squeaky spot in the floor. 

That's when I notice something off. Alex's door is slightly ajar, opened just a crack, hardly enough to let light in. Only a sliver is able to escape from the hallway to his room. But it's not just the door to his bedroom, no, that's closed tight. This door is opposite to that and metal, tucked in the corner, not meant to be seen straight away. Curiosity gets the better of me and I wander over, only opening it enough to barley peek inside. There isn't much except a staircase trailing up, before turning right and into darkness.

Zane never mentioned anything like this to me before, and I sure as shit didn't see anything on it while doing my own research right before coming here. 

I pull the door open, as wide as it can go, and am bathed in the light it suddenly spills over the room. Once I ascend these steps, the light won't last for long. Not when I turn that corner. 

I swiftly grab a knife stuffed in my boot, and start up the stairs. Always good to be prepared. 

I've climbed about sixteen of what seems like the thirty steps before suddenly stopping to the heart wrenching sound of a blood curdling scream.