Detective.
I killed another girl today. I didn't mean to. I was with my best friend. She called me cute. I'm no where near cute. She deserved more than being hit by the iron.
I decided to hit her with an ironing board. I then whacked her with a hammer. She fell down dead, immediately. It was perfect. Blood was squirting everywhere.
I decided on another way to kill her. I didn't want to eat her. I skinned her. I fed her insides to a dog. The dog loved the bones too! I wore her skin for a whole day. No one will know she's even dead. It's fun acting to be here.
I must go now. It's time to put her skin on!
Yours sincerely,
The Iron Ripper.
P.s I saw you and your wife getting intimate even though she's pregnant. What the hell, man?
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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.
