Serial Killer (Ricky Horror)

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Author here! I want to apologize first hand to anyone who reads this story, I was 15/16 when I wrote this, so the writing is bad, the plot line is weird and just... bad. I apologize for any cringiness, it's been 5-6 years since I wrote this story and I personally don't have the energy or time to go through and edit anything not factual or anything like that. Regardless, I hope you enjoy the story, if not the story, at least enjoy the dumpster fire.

Emmett's Pov

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I walked outside into the cold January air of Kansas.

I live in a secluded house in the middle of nowhere in Kansas. I'm twenty miles from civilization. This house used to be my grandparents' house before, you know... I skinned them alive.

They were my only family anyways, it's not like my parents are around to care. My mom murdered my dad when I was five and beat me to a pulp everyday until I was seven when a truant officer showed up at our door because I missed school for three weeks without a call or a note.

My mom is doing life in prison. Do I care? No.

Much like me, my mother was a serial killer. The only difference is- is that I'm not suspected because everybody thinks that this is just an old, creepy farm house that nobody has lived in since the 1800's.

I know I have major psychological issues, but I don't care to get them taken care of because I don't feel like spending the rest of my life inside of a mental institution.

I don't know what I have wrong with me, but I know it's not normal to always have the hunger to brutally murder an innocent person.

Thanks mom.

Anyway, I'm outside. It's ten o'clock at night, which is the perfect time to kidnap my next victim.

I got into my pickup truck, which used to be my grandfather's until I killed him.

I didn't check to see if any cars were coming since this road isn't busy at night.

I drove towards the nearest city.

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I had my chloroform ready and I was parked in a dark alleyway.

I waited for someone to walk passed, the first person to walk passed that isn't a cop, is my next victim.

I waited for about an hour before I saw somebody.

I quietly got out of my truck and tackled the person. I held the chloroform soaked rag and held it to the victim's mouth and nose until he or she relaxed. That's how I knew the victim was unconscious.

I slung their body over my shoulder and threw the person into the bed of my truck, covering the body with a tarp.

I before I got back in my truck, I took the victim's wallet out of their pocket to take whatever money they have.

I saw the victim's driver's license.

Their name is Richard Olson, twenty-six years old and short for a male.

I put whatever money that was in the wallet into my bra.

I then got into my truck and began to drive back home.