Two Guys. One Serial Killer.
He walked towards me, a razor in his hand and a crazy look in his eyes. I wasn't able to run, I wasn't even able to move. He lifted up my arm, and started slashing it over and over again.
"I thought you loved me," he sa...
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As the moon sat high in the night sky, I lurked in the shadows at the end of a dark alleyway, hidden from oncoming eyes. It had been a few nights since my last kill, and if I didn't sink a razor into somebody else's skin soon, I would have to sink a razor into mine. Unlike most others, it wasn't the feeling of pain that I was addicted to. It was the feeling of euphoria that drew me in over and over again; seeing the blood, the essence of life, brought me joy. It brought back memories.
Across the street, the young woman I had recently been watching strolled down the sidewalk. It didn't seem as if she were aware of her surroundings, only of the path in front of her.
Perfect.
I crossed to the building next to me, the one that made the other side of the alleyway, and watched as she walked down the street. Eventually, she stopped at one of the navy blue doors along the housing complex, where she lived alone. Stuffing my glove-covered hand in my pocket, I felt around for my lock picks, which were readily available. After ten minutes, I started walking to the door myself and slowly turned the knob. Just as I had thought – locked.
Yawning, I looked at the clock on the side of the bed. It was only one in the morning, but I had to use the bathroom. After kicking my legs over the side of the bed, I got up and crossed the common things that a ten year old boy had in his room. The door had already been cracked open, letting a thin wedge of the dim hallway light in. I opened the door all the way, expanding the wedge of light. I walked down the hall to the bathroom door, frustrated to find it locked. It was the only bathroom in the house, and I really had to go.
"Hello?" I knocked on the door in order to let whoever was in there realize that somebody was waiting. I looked at the bottom of the door to see that no light was coming through. Maybe somebody accidentally locked the door on their way out. I squinted my eyes at the lock, noticing it was the type that had a small indention in it instead of a hole for an actual key. I was able to stick the nail of my thumb into the indention and turn, unlocking the door.
After I was met with a barely audible 'click' from the lock, I slowly turned the knob again, welcomed by the darkness from inside. I guided the door closed, careful to not make a sound, and began looking around to let my eyes adjust. The room was sparsely furnished, but I didn't ponder as I looked at the stairs directly in front of me. Small amounts of movement came from upstairs, so I followed them, stepping on the sides of the stairs to avoid creaking. As I walked up the stairs, I searched my other pocket for the small rag and bottle of chloroform. By the time I was at the top of the stairs, the rag was ready, so I listened out for more noise, which came from my right. I peeked over the corner to see the woman in her room, changing.
As she had her back to the door, I snuck into the room, and grabbed her by the neck and pulled her into a chokehold. Immediately, I put the rag over her mouth, and her struggling came to a slow stop. Picking her up bridal style, I walked into her bathroom, where I placed her in a tub and further stripped her clothes. Quickly, I injected her with Pancuronium bromide to paralyze her for when she would wake up. I turned on the water, and set the razor on the counter. I stood in the middle of the room as I watched the tub filled up. Once it was full, I turned it off and sat on the rim of the tub and waited for the woman to wake up.
