Memories of a serial killer

A child is born

A cold winter day in Salem, 20th of December. The town was waiting in anticipation, and one of the only sounds you could hear were grunting and cries. At the doctors house, A lady was laying on a small bed, with the doctor right between her legs. He looked up at the lady, and told her to push harder, her husband standing beside her and holding her hand, as she squeezed it that tightly he lost all sense of feeling in it. The lady wiped her forehead and took a deep breath, instantly after that breath, trying to push with all her might. It wasn't long until the room was filled with the sound of a small delicate cry. The woman, as tired as she was, laid her head back, trying to catch her breath again, as the doctor came up to her, a child in his arms. "Miss. Jones, it's a little boy", he said gleefully. Rebecca Jones took her newborn son into her arms and looked at his face admiringly, then looked back at her husband, Eric Jones. A smile formed in her face and she only had one thing to say: "Hello there, Dexter Jones."

{ this isnt a chapter, dont worry. and everything else will be longer. This is a simple introduction. }