“Hello Victim 002. This is Victim 001. You’re probably wondering why I killed you. Here’s a hint. I love you. But then again, I couldn’t love you. You can’t be loved. Hear that Ms Detective? That’s the sound of sweet revenge. I’m watching you. I can hear you breathe. I can hear your heartbeat. Thump. Thump. Thump. Victim 003’s next. Lots of Hearts, The Number Freak.” The Freak ended the call. It was 3:00 pm. The perfect time for a run. The Freak liked to run. It cleared his head. It gave him the perfect opportunity to bump into his next victim. Or perhaps visit the crime scene. Take a closer look at Ms Detective. Maybe she would be Victim 006. Or maybe not. ‘We must not shed unnecessary blood,’ he told himself ‘, but then again. She’s meddling in things that ought not to be meddled in.’ The Freak walked out of the brick alley, and started to jog, knocking into an old man.
“Oh, I’m dreadfully sorry, dear chap” The Freak simpered. This was victim 003.
“No, it’s perfectly fine,” the old man smiled kindly, “have a nice run!”-and then the man hobbled away.
‘Yes’, the Freak thought, ‘He’s next.’
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Heartbeat
Mystery / ThrillerTh-Thump. It liked to hear their heartbeats. There have been a series of killings. Murders. Deaths. Whatever you want to call it. The killer calls himself the Number Freak. The first victim is victim 002. Then 003. And so on. Melissa West-cott is an...
