Chapter 5
February 16, 1997
Morning came and the man reported for work as usual. He knew he had to keep to his ordinary schedule to avoid any kind of suspicion, but he was bursting at the seams, wanting to tell of his exploits.
Being a stock boy at the local Save-A-Bunch was a good cover for the "Ghost", he thought to himself. No one would be looking here for the most famous killer to come along since Jeffrey Dahmer.
He could feel his heart rate increasing, a film of sweat forming on his upper lip as his eye slowly started to twitch. He looked around himself quickly to make sure no one was looking; then slowly reached into his pocket. Finding the item with his fingers, he started rubbing it, instantly calming his racing heart. His mentor would certainly not approve of his actions; "leave and take nothing," he heard repeated in his head over and over again.
He couldn't help himself though. All the great ones took mementos as reminders of their feats, and he would be the greatest of them all.
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Murder! Too Close To Home
Mystery / ThrillerWe both leaned against the old house, peeling paint digging into my arms as I a glanced into the window. She was there! Raising her gun toward the Sheriff, she took careful aim as a maniacal sneer formed on her lips. "You disgust me," she snarled...
