Detective.
Your sister is not missing. Your sister is dead. I killed her. I killed her in front of your house. I told her too much. I nearly told my true identity. I told her that I find people with fears stupid. She connected the dots. She was smart just like you.
I've been dating your sister for a while now, detective. I was the guy she met online. I was the one taking her on dates. She was the one who told me about you. She told me everything I needed to know about you. She even gave me access into the case. I would ask you to thank her but it is too late. She is dead, detective, I killed her.
I smashed a brick over her head. Yes, that brick outside of your house. I cut her body open with my pen knife. I even pulled out all her insides. It was fun. I bet you're thanking me for taking her out of your life. She deserved it.
Your sincerely,
The fear killer.
P.s she had a nice body.
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The Letters Of Death
Short StoryAfter investigating serial homicides, Detective Jack Harper finds letters sent to him from a person who says he is the serial killer.
