Edited by: a very lovely @jgfairytales
Can you love a serial killer?
No?
Why not?
How would you know they were a serial killer?
It could be your neighbor.
It could be your friend.
It could be your lover.
Do you actually know the people around you?
T...
"I like killing people because it is so much fun. It is more fun than killing wild game in the forest because man is the most dangerous animal of them all."-Zodiac Killer
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March 1st, 2014
Every year on this day, I always wake up feeling gloomy. Of course, I knew the reason why, but I don't understand why I let it affect me so much.
The good part about this year was that it fell on a weekend. Although, my boss knew that if it fell on a weekday, I wouldn't make it to work. However, he never knew the real reason. I gave him a cock-and-bull story of how my fiancée died in an accident on this day and I had to visit her in the cemetery.
In previous years, I stayed at home drowning my sorrows in sad movies and junk food. This year, I decided to put on my big boy pants and go hunting for my next victim. Although, this was still after my dose of sad movies and junk food.
But before I went hunting, I decided pay the woman that made my childhood bearable a visit. It had been a while since I had gone to visit her. So, I got into my car and drove to the neighborhood I grew up in.
The neighborhood had definitely changed from the last time I was there. It was worse than before. The buildings looked ready to collapse, yet people still lived in them.
People gave me strange looks as I passed by them, probably wondering what a decent-looking man was doing in their environs.
No familiar face jumped at me, so, I didn't bother greeting anyone. Most likely, the people I knew growing up were out going about their daily activities.
The stairs leading to different floors was surprisingly not in as much a deplorable state as the whole building. Although, the stair rails had long fallen off.
I cautiously climbed the stairs to the all familiar third floor. When I got to the beginning of the corridor that led to different apartments, I stopped and took in a deep breath. The sight brought back painful memories and my heart clenched. But, I forged ahead.
