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 carried it too far, that's for sure."—Jeffery Dahmer
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May 13th, 2014
Hello, it's me. Yes, The Midnight Killer is back. Did you get the Adele reference in the first sentence? What? Even a serial killer can have a good taste in music.
How many of you missed me? It's just few days over a month since I last wrote, and just over two months since I last killed.
As most of you would remember, I promised to write again if the police could not find me. It's so sad watching them struggle. Therefore, I'm here to lend them a helping hand.
As of some hours ago, another woman has gone missing. In fact, I'm currently writing this as I watch her sleep. She looks so at peace. I wish I could snap a picture and attach it to this letter, but I won't. I haven't decided what I would do with her. Maybe by the end of this letter I would have figured it out.
I hope I have sparked you all's interest as to who she is. Rubs hands together with a devilish grin plastered on my face. Let's get this show on the road.
***
Events of the previous day...
Mondays suck. Especially when I haven't done the one thing that brings me relief—kill. Nevertheless, I'm a man of my word. I promised not to kill until I have given the police time to find me. A month has passed and I'm still waiting.
I mentally planned my day as I sipped a cup of coffee while staring at the people that walked in and out of the Starbucks just a few blocks from my office.
Some people will call it creepy, but I call it being observant. I glanced at my wristwatch. The time was 7:45 am. Work starts at eight sharp. I placed a twenty-dollar tip on the table and walked out. I was feeling generous.
The moment I stepped out of Starbucks, the smell of water mixed with dust hit my nostrils. I took in a deep breath, welcoming the smell. Thunder rumbled beneath the dark clouds accompanied by lightning.
