The First

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Oh the Horrors!!

Submitted: October 21, 2018

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Submitted: October 21, 2018



I’ve always wondered what would happen if I became a killer. A serial killer of course. No use in only killing once. You would never affect anyone. Maybe a few kids or a mother, but nothing special. To really affect people you would need to go big. Kill everyone with reckless abandon, or kill someone famous. Or even better, kill with incredible skill. I wanted the last of course. I figured I would give it a try.

I took years to plan my kills. I would kill twenty people. That should create a ripple. My plan would be perfect and simplistic. After each kill, I would leave a note (typed of course) about how my victim died. No details about myself would be included. That would be ridiculous. If anyone tried to stop me (or found out) I would have to kill them. It was up to the police whether or not only twenty would die.

Mr. Peterson had a family of twelve. My original plan was to kill him. Unfortunately, he was constantly surrounded by people. It would be impossible to perform the kill. His daughter was (thankfully) an introvert. She spent hours in her room at a time. On weekends she only went to the kitchen and the bathroom. She was perfect.


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