Hangman (ON HOLD)

Chapter Four

Hidden within the bushy overgrowth of the unkept yard behind me, I watched for my next victim. This was too easy, I was picking off someone every couple of days, and no-one was any wiser to the happenings in their little township. I let out a brief, almost silent, chuckle to myself before focusing on the drunken man in front of me. He was staggering all over the footpath singing to himself. Focusing on what he was singing I let out a shiver of disgust as the words reached my ears and made sense.

Watching them playing

It makes me so hard

I watch them for hours

While parents stand guard

Pockets of candy

Make it such a breeze

To get the young girlies

Close enough to seize

I cover their mouth

Lift up their dress

Pull down their panties

And leave them a mess

Eyes filled with tears

They scream “Stop Mister”

But nothing compares to

The screams of my sister

This sick bastard was singing a song about molesting girls. What a freak. I knew I was no angel but I had a line and molesting and rape were far over it. My victims didn’t suffer much; the point of their deaths was not the suffering, but the conclusion of a life. Although for this sick f*ck, I would gladly make an exception. Maybe a little molesting should be administered to him. Licking my lips in the thoughts of how I could snuff out this perverts life with as much pain as possible, I made my path behind him, determined to get my kill tonight.

He stumbled along the path, tripping over his own feet. This guy was sloshed, beyond drunk; I was surprised he was still standing let alone walking. Darting to the right, he staggered up the front path of a small, dirty house. Music was blaring from inside, and lights were shining out of every single window I could see. Knocking on the door it was immediately opened and the perverted fool fell through the doorway. I glimpsed him pushing himself from the floor, laughing, before the door was slammed shut.

Dammit to hell, I couldn’t get him; I had been following the young drunk for the better part of an hour hoping he would go somewhere that I could strike. How could luck step in and save such a deserving body. Fisting my hands into my hair and pulling slightly I decided to wait a little while to see if he would leave soon.

I ducked behind a small, brick, front fence a few houses down to keep watch. This sucker was mine.

A slam burst into my thoughts a few minutes later and I stuck my head up slightly to see where the noise had come from. An elderly woman was walking across the road to the house I was watching. What on earth is she doing? Doesn’t she know there are rapists and murderers about? I let out an almost silent chuckle at that last thought; no-one knew there was a murderer about. I was too clever for the local police to figure out what I was doing. They would only find the clues I left for them, and so far I was pretty sure they had missed them.

The woman intrigued me, moving closer I wanted to see what she was up to being out so late in what looked like a robe. Sneaking around the front yards of the homes between my hiding spot and the woman’s destination, I managed to find a hiding spot just as she raised her hand to knock on the door.