Wow, Jackie.
I've never felt this way before, she's beyond perfect. She is the most beautiful girl that I have ever seen. I can't believe she actually chose me out of all them other guys. I suppose, she knew how perfect I am too. We're such a great couple. We're both perfect. We both have a strong feeling against prostitutes and public love making. I mean, what the actual hell goes through their minds when they're literally dry humping each other in public? Don't you find it utterly disturbing, Jackie?
Anyway, I've had a wee bit of a problem, Jackie. My girlfriend has literally gone missing. It's been a whole twenty-four hours. I don't know what to do. I need your help to find her, Jackie. So, are you up for the job?
If you are then spread the picture attached to this letter around. I will be looking out for it, and will gladly tell you everything you need to know about her.
However, for now, I must dash. I shall write to you again as soon as I see the images around town. Thanks in advance, Jackie.
Yours sincerely,
The Iron Ripper.
P.s I hope you will help me.
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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.