Green Eyed Monster

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
The killer is closer than she thought.

Submitted: May 30, 2010

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The murders began eight months ago; I remember it perfectly well because while the news anchor was detailing how the missing woman’s body had been found my husband was telling me he was leaving me for another woman. I yelled, screamed, and cried but eventually realized it was useless and he wasn’t even worth it to begin with. Great, fifteen years of my life wasted. 
So here I am, a thirty-nine year old, single woman with no romantic prospects whatsoever living in a city where a deranged lunatic is breaking into houses and is killing women my age off one by one. I’m not sure which problem worries me more. They say his victim count is up to twenty now and since our incompetent police force can’t seem to catch him there will be more.
I live in a fairly safe neighborhood but with everything going on how safe can a woman who lives alone feel? Not very. All I have is my little three bedroom house and Midnight, my black cat. I love my cat but sometimes he really freaks me out. Like for instance when I get up in the middle of the night and he’s perched on the kitchen counter (which he’s not supposed to be doing) all I see are two beady, yellow eyes staring at me. I don’t know how many times I’ve screamed or nearly threw something at him. It wouldn’t be so bad if my house wasn’t so dark. Barely any light filters in through the windows in the living room with the bedroom being the darkest. I can barely see my hand in front of my face. The worst is when he perches on my bookcase beside my bed and stares down on me; it seems like someone’s standing right above me. Stupid cat.
It’s nearly eleven o’clock and I’m exhausted. I’ve worked all day and then went to meet with my ex-husband to finish negotiating the divorce settlement. Not much to discuss since every time he tried to be selfish I just mentioned his infidelity and I got what I wanted. I make sure that all the doors and windows are locked and Midnight is inside before going to bed. I crawl into bed nearly passing out as soon as my head hit’s the pillow. 
I open my eyes what seems like only minutes later. The clock reads five a.m. which means I’ve been asleep for a good six hours and can roll over and sleep for another three before having to get up for work. I hear Midnight push the bedroom door open and step over towards the bed. I hear him rustling around and assume he’s jumping up onto his perching spot on the bookshelf. I roll over to look at him and call his name and motion for him to jump over so we can snuggle. Wait…why are his eyes gre--


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