Phycopath

Give Me The Finger

I saw the house. It looked new but with Police Tape surrounding the place. I don't know why it was still there. The place hasn't even touched in almost a couple weeks. I ignored the tape and just walked right inside. It looked like an average home with the white painted walls and framed pictures of flowers and fields. I walked into the living room I believe it was to see the red furniture bagged up with plastic, the maroon drapes sealed the daylight to enter the room. The carpet was white but in the middle was a big red stain, directly in the middle of the room. I remembered who it was. It was Heather Gillies, she went to a school a town over but lives in town. She worked at the gas station near my house. I could imagine her body laying there, lifeless or seeing her suffer at least with the blood coming out of her mouth and pleading herself for air. I curled a wicked smile just thinking about it.

I got back to reality and finally pushed myself to look for the finger. I was overwhelmed and excited to see it out of all honesty.

" Look in the living room light switch if you don't believe me. "

Is what I remember him saying. I saw one light switch, close to the kitchen. I scrambled my way towards it. I dug my nails into it and yanked it off. Nothing. What the hell. Is this guy for real right now? I knew it was a prank call.

Disappointed, I began to leave the house. As I walked out, I knocked the living room lamp over out of anger. It crashed to the ground and a rolled up tissue came to my sight. I quickly picked it up and noticed the more I unrolled it, the more the color red came. When the tissue was gone. I couldn't believe it.

The index finger of Heather Gillies was in my hands.

****

My phone rang. It was vibrating by the finger in my pocket. I answered quickly.

" Hello? "

" Hello Sydney. "

" Thought you weren't calling me till tomorrow. "

" I couldn't wait. Hearing your voice soothes me and plus I wanted to tell you that you owe them a new lamp. "

" you were watching me. " I said, smiling.

" Indeed I was. I love your anger. Reminds me of well myself. "

" I've had it forever so. "

" Haha, so what are you doing? "

" just walking back to my house. "

" Nice nice but what's your favorite killer if I can ask? "

" I thought you were only testing me. "

" I am but I just wanna talk. Get to know you so tell me , I'm interested. "

" Mmmmm ... "

" It can be real or in the movies. "

" Oh in that case, Chucky. "

" The doll? "

" Yeah I'd be him in a heart beat. "

" you wanna be a doll. "

" Yeah because I can kill anybody and no fingerprints plus nobody will believe a doll can kill a person. "

" Very smart, that's what I like and what I'm looking for. "

I walked through the door only to see that I'm home alone.

" Well I'm home now so I should go. "

" Don't leave. I like talking to you. "

Really? Wow. A serial killer actually wants to talk to me. I'll never get that chance again. I stayed on the line.