DIARY OF A SERIAL KILLER

                 Mystery man
You know it’s true what they say that you never forget your first. Your first kiss, the first time you drove a car, the first time you had sex but most importantly how could I forget Hannah Stone, my very first kill. Someone once said never bury your demons; always keep them on a leash, you don’t know when you might need them. My demons?? They were skin deep.
I was what you’ll call a golden boy. Amazing artist, jock, maths guru, the question was what wasn’t I good at??
I was the friendly dude next door, the one who would run errands for you if you were down with the flu. Perhaps that was what made Hannah an easy kill.
      With the way she dressed and wore her hair in a ponytail, it was like she was scared of existing. She tried so hard to blend in the crowd with her black tee shirts and brunette hair. Those baby blue eyes, I couldn’t wait to see how they looked like when life was stifled out of her. Would she be a fighter, would she scream, kick around and make it less enjoyable for both of us. Well there was only one way to find out. A quick look in her room when she was at AP biology showed me exactly how my prey lived.
    My plans were in motion and I kept going over them to make sure it was solid proof. Every Thursday, Hannah used to have lunch with her estranged father. I waited outside the restaurants in my old Volvo. It was easier to remember a Porsche outside a local restaurant when the news of a student came out. She looked upset as she was out of the restaurant and with the rain pouring down heavily, there was no way she was getting home soon. I offered to give her a ride but I could see that she wasn’t comfortable with idea so I showed my ID card. Wouldn’t want to scare the prey before the kill, where’s the fun in that?On our way, she got a call that the road leading to her apartment had been shut down just like I knew it would and she asked if she could stay at my place and wait till the rain stopped. I made a face like I was thinking about it and I agreed.  “Can I get you a change of clothes and something to drink?” We had just gotten to my apartment and I was doing my best to be the prefect host. I offered her apple juice and watched with her down it all with a smile on my face.

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