The Masked Gentleman

Prologue

One dead.

Two dead.

Three dead.

One man.

One woman.

One child.

Three bodies lay dead on the floor.

Knife in one.

Bullet in another.

Poison in the mother.

Me stood over them.

Enjoying their deaths.

As I caused them.

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Harold stood up from his desk, his heart pounding.

"God, this story shakes me up everytime." He mutters as he leans over and shuts the book before sliding it back onto the shelf.

He stared at his collection, roughly 30 books, each title would draw you in more than the last.

Harold checked the time quickly before slipping into bed, he knew he had work in the morning but couldn't help staying up late reading his favourite books.

He was a huge fan of Murder mysteries, anything that could get his heart racing and brain moving.

Though his grades slipped at school because of this obsession.

Who said reading was good for you, it's bullshit.

Harold rolled over and flicked his lamp off, before slowly falling into a nice sleep.

Now you see, this is where you would expect a time skip to the morning however, this isn't Harold writing this story.

It's me, The Masked Gentleman, the guy the police has been after for years.

See, I tend to spy on whomever I'm going to kill, to understand when's the best time to kill them I suppose.

Ha, that's a lie, I just like using it against them.

I'm evil, what can I say.

But, Harold was a screamer, ooohhh, it was so much fun to torture this kid.

I used the murder from his favourite story too.

It was me, in the bedroom, with a knife.

I cut off his hand first, he awoke as I did that. Started screaming about how he wanted to be spared.

I enjoyed his plea for mercy so much.

Next his leg came off, the entire thing, oohh, now this is where it got interesting.

I managed to corner him as he tried to escape, he had got himself underneath the desk with one leg.

He was shivering the poor fellow.

I ran the knife slowly down his stomache, opening him up like a surgery patient, before all his guts spilled out Infront of me.

Wow, it was such a beautiful sight.

He'd died of blood loss at this point and I was heavily disappointed.

Time of death, 12:43 am, date 12/12/2017.

Welp, I suppose I'll let you find this story now, written in blood too, and I hear the officers think this is written in red ink.

Bullshit guys.

It's Harold's blood.

Better luck next time, Officer Jackson.

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I finished reading the note and scrunched it up into a ball.

That fucking murderer, I will catch him.

"Sir, we have a witness that says she saw a man matching your description leave the premises at 2 am, precisely after we got the call." My second in command told me as I balled my hands into fists.

"Thank you." I said threw gritted teeth as I stared at the body lying underneath the desk.

I will find you 'The Masked Gentleman'

You have to be stopped.