I don't remember when my first killing was, but I do remember the town's horror. Newspapers, TVs, radios...they all explained the grief, although my victim was a nobody. I don't blame the townsfolk one bit, though. The town was a quiet, small, community in which everybody knew everybody. Everyone knew me too, although no one suspected me. All suspicion led to an older man, around 50, who owned a farm in a remote area with limited access. Reporters and such questioned him and he maintained his innocence. The police searched him house maybe about 12 or 13 times by the 5th murder. I'm suprised, by the town's size, that they just didn't go ahead and searched everyone's homes. I had nothing to hide, since I made well sure that the victim's bodies were properly disposed of and that no blood or scent was left behind. It's been...maybe two or three months since my first killing, but I can't be sure. I didn't keep the date written down or typed on my computer incase some suspicion may have fallen on me and the police got a warrant to search my home. No one knows why this "serial killer" does what he does. Since the murders had no exact pattern to them, nor did they fall on certain dates, investigators claim that he was most likely a teenage boy who had been rejected in the past by the young women killed and he had his revenge. I nearly laughed when I had read that report in the newspapers.

But that was all a few month's ago. Now, I had killed 18 young women, according to reports, and none of the bodies have been found. Funny, I thought as I read the newspaper that morning, that none of the bodies have been found, but they still call it a murder. . I smiled and set down the newspaper on my living room table and went to go feed my dog. Ambika, hindu for "goddess of destruction", came running toward me with love. Her tail wagged from side to side with anticipation as I poured the dog food into the bowl. She barked a wild 'thank you' and ate her food with loud, crunching noises. I smiled and went out on my front porch to inhale the sweet scent of morning freshness.

"Hi Margret!" I shouted to a young girl, jogging by. She waved and kept jogging, her morning routine. I smiled and thought if she should be my next victim. Margret was a sweet 17-year-old girl that cared for others more then she cared for herself. Her brown hair was always bouncing with laughter and her green eyes, too, exclaimed happiness. I decided that I didn't want to hurt this girl, she was too lovable to do such a crime to. I sat down on the rickety bench next to me and watched the sun rise from the horizon, shining its warmth down on the community. I loved such mornings, when the sun was bright, the sky was clear, and the weather was perfect. Not to mention the sweet scent that filled the morning air. I yawned silently and returned back inside my house to check on my latest victim, 14-year-old Ruby Cullington.

She was locked in a hidden room, where I had starved her from food and water for nearly 7 days. I shivered with excitement to see Ruby's fear and pain as I neared the entrance, leading to room. I removed a brick from the wall and pressed the button, hidden from the outside world. Soon, part of a wall that was really a door, opened up and I saw the teenage girl trembling in the darkness. I flicked on the lights and she looked up at me. I didn't both tying her hands or feet up because I knew that if I starved long enough, she would be too weak to fight. She got up and came running toward me. I held out a hand and fell onto it, tripping on her own weakness. I helped her up, only to see a spark of hope reflected in Ruby's gray eyes. I smiled at her and she groaned.

"When will you let me go?" She asked, weakly. I shrugged.

"Probably never." I said and closed the secret door. I was now in the room where I had killed all my victims and pondered the idea of killing her off as well. I decided not to and walked over to a corner of the room. I looked down at the pile of feces and let out a breath of disgust. "Nasty."

"Well, do you see a toilet?" She demanded, her voice still shaking in fear. I shook my head.

"No, but you could have eaten it for food, as all my other victims did. Now I have more then just your body to clean up when I kill you." I replied, walking next to her. "Should you die now or later?" I asked to myself, although I was lookign directly at Ruby. She ran to the place where I had entered and banged several times.

"Help!!" She screamed, her voice shill and sudden. I grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her over to a somewhat cleaner air. Although the floor was still damp in that area, I decided it would be a more better place for her to be tied up at. I pushed her against a wall. She trembled more suddenly now. "If you want to rape me, go ahead. I don't mind. I'll do whatever you want. Just please don't kill me." She pleaded. I chuckled.

"Sorry, but I wouldn't rape you even if I wanted to." I said and demanded her to stay where she was at. I went back out, grabbed some rope, and came back. I tied her against a wooden chair that was already sitting there. She groaned and pleaded for water. I shook my head, "Sorry." Just as I was leaving she left out a shill scream. I slapped her and accidently knocked her uncouiscos(sp?). When I did, I knew that I had to keep her quiet, so I gagged her and taped her mouth shut. Then I went back into the living room where I began flipped on the TV.

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