Hello, Mrs. Harris

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
A serial killer sends a letter to his soon to be victim. This is my first story (not my finest work, but pretty decent), so I'm going to need your opinions. Please, comment my story, telling me everything I should do to improve my writing

Submitted: April 09, 2009

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Mrs. Harris: I know what you are doing. I've been following your footsteps for a while now, and I've come to learn that you're a creature of habits. Every day you get up at 6:30 in the morning, and make breakfast for your husband. An about seven, he comes in and kisses you... and you kiss him back. Is it hard for you, Mrs. Harris, to pretend that you love him? How do you look at him in the eye and tell him your fake plans for the day, knowing that he trusts you?

You see, Mrs. Harris, I know your dirty little secret. I know that when your husband is not home, you go downtown, to your lover's apartment. And I know that you also kiss him and tell him you love him. You have to be lying to one of them Mrs. Harris. You can't possibly betray someone that badly if you love him, can you?

But both are stupid enough to believe the words that come out of your mouth, all carefully engineered to show the feelings you don't have. You see, Mrs. Harris, people like us need to have slick mouths, like the snake needed it to convince Eve to eat the apple. Because if we didn't have them, we would be completely exposed, we would be helpless. But more importantly, we need our words to be agile because we must protect our dirty little secret.

Oh, yes, Mrs. Harris, I have a secret myself. I'm a killer, and I chose you as my next victim. And I did it because, Mrs. Harris, you are as much of a monster as I am. 2 men have fallen under your mermaid spell, and I believe that when you decide that your new toy has bored you, you will look for another one.

But I don't believe you know the worst part yet. They suspect. They have suspected for quite a few time. Your husband, for example, had someone to follow you, with no results, obviously. You knew it, didn't you, Mrs. Harris? That's why you had to stay at home a few weeks, until the nice gentleman with the camera went away. It must have been hard to keep it in your pants, but you didn't lose your temper. It would have raised attention, and you didn't need that.

I was the one that left the rose in your nightstand, Mrs. Harris, and I did it to deliver a message, and a very simple one, indeed. It's easy to get to you, don't think for a second that you're safe, because when I decide to kill you, Mrs. Harris, trust me, There will be no place you can run to. I could have kill you right now, but it would be too easy. I want to hunt you as you try to protect your pathetic little life. But, no matter how hard you try, I assure you, Mrs. Harris, I WILL get you, and there is nothing you can do about it. Not a single person will care that youâre dead. Not even your husband, after I mail him the pictures of you and your lover.

You got involved in risky business, Mrs. Harris, and this is the price to pay. I will kill you when I decide it is the right time, and there is nothing you can do about it. I hope you have a nice day.

All yours Your soon to be executer


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