He sits in the dark of his office, blinds drawn, computer screen glowing softly in the murk.
He stretches his arms and cracks his knuckles like a concert pianist readying himself for an epic performance. His performance would be epic alright, but lacking the beauty and finesse of a concerto played in Carnegie Hall.
This performance was insidious at best, demented at worse.
He caressed the keys of his laptop almost like a lover, and began typing the address he wanted, www.facebook.com/donnalouise32.
Up popped Donna's page, the silly bitch hadn't logged out last time she used it, she really had made this all too easy. Poor naive Donna. He recalled the cracking sensation of her skull beneath the tacky pink dumbbell as he swung it and her skull had cracked like a walnut.
Ah Donna Louise, had she not crept away from their first date, she might still be alive now, living in her sty of a house, not closing her pages down, flirting with the brother of the bride at weddings. Naughty girl, he would have waited at least until the second or third date to rape and kill her.
He got back to the task at hand. He surveyed Donna's page, his eyes landed on the field at the top, Update Your Status.
Hmmmm. He'd update her status alright!
He began typing: My name is Donna Louise. I am a dumb slut who leads guys on and then skips out on the date. I flirt with men I hardly know and I live in a squalid pigstye. Or rather I did, I say this because I am dead you see.
Chuckling as he wrote this, he clicked on the smiley face icon towards the bottom of the field. Choose file to open. He clicked on Photo's DL. Up came a gruesome assortment of various shots of Donna's dead and bloodied body. He decided on one taken in the Foyer of her house. She was staring directly at the camera, her eyes occluded with death. The sickening head wound he had delivered starkly revealed in the camera flash, her throat slit ear to ear and grinning like a red set of lips. Yes indeed!
He chose this grotesque photo and attached it to the status.
The beneath it he wrote, YOU COULD BE NEXT. Nothing like scaring the crap out of the minions, he thought and laughed.
Nearby some one was playing Creedance Clearwater Revival. John Fogarty singing about the Bad Moon on the Rise.
"How appropriate!" He smirked. He clicked post and waited for the carnage that would ensue.
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The Face Book Killer Caylin Christo Book 2.
Mystery / ThrillerCaylin Christo is back! After a much needed vacation Caylin and the NORPD are back with their most heinous case yet. Who are you really talking to? An insidious cyber-predator is stalking his victim's on Facebook. Posting to their statuses after the...
