Kill you! part 1
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Ongoing, First published Jul 19, 2014
(This is my first attempt at a horror story)
In Dallas, Texas a vicious serial killer was on the loose the police only have one quote from him,
“I was born with the devil in me. I could not help the fact that I was a murderer, no more than the poet can help the inspiration to sing..I was born with the evil one standing as my sponsor beside the bed where I was ushered into the world, and he has been with me since.”

The Dallas Police have told reporters that the killer looks like 17 year old, caucasian male, 6 foot, average build and his murder weapon are car keys, pens or pencils. 
They describe that with the keys he jabs the key in the victims eye, which blinds them, then he goes for the jugular vein the victim would die within minutes. With the pen or pencil, all they say is he talks calmly with you then stabs you in the head and walks away, but he's always wearing gloves. 
Three nights ago, the police answered a  call and the caller whispered, 
"Dead...all of them...dead. Please he-
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