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The Brunette Killer (standard:Suspense, 1419 words) | |||
Author: Michael Lance Kersting | Added: Aug 08 2006 | Views/Reads: 4300/2598 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
Jackson, the Brunette Killer, had a sharp surprise in store | |||
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story He held the closet door open a crack when he heard the key enter and the tumblers drop from the lock. Rachel clicked on the red flashing light of her answering machine and heard her lover's voice. “ I love you Sweetheart!” she yelled after she heard the message. He carefully closed the door tightly now. Rachel had gone into her bedroom. He heard her steps hurrying, frantic as she searched though her drawers and closets.. He held his breath as he heard her just on the other side of the linen closet door. Hoping she would not open it and find him there. He gripped the wire with both hands and pulled it taut. She went to the living room and clicked on her stereo. ” I will always love you” by Dolly Parton was playing loud. He heard her turn the faucet for the water.. He pictured her testing it. The metal rings which suspend the vinyl curtain slid across the stainless bar. He paused for a moment before he opened the closet door a fraction of a space. . She was in the tub now. The water caressing her every charm. Her shaving razor was on the sink. He emerged totally from his hiding place and reclosed the closet door. He stood facing her separated only by a thin piece of plastic.He watched her silhouette rubbing her head and washing that lavish brunette hair. Her hand emerged from the tub groping for a towel lying nearby . He backed up quickly against the wall away from her searching groping fingers. He slid by just in time avoiding her contact and the realization he was there. He tighted the grip on the piano wire once more and stood ready for when she pulled the curtain aside. The music stopped in the living room. “ What the hell?” she said as she slid the entire length of the curtain over. His outstretched muscular hands lunged with the wire at her throat. She tried to scream. He felt the tension shimmering through her naked body . The shower curtain came down ripping through the small holes from the weight of his body upon her Her blue eyes were full of panic now as he tightened his grip and twisted it firmly around her slendor neck.”Die, Bitch, Die!” he cried savagely. He hunched over her kissing her bare breasts while still holding her with the wire securely around her throat. She fought back aginst his weight kicking, clawing, grabbing at anything that was a part of him. She wanted to cry but couldn't. Rachel felt the nauseating dreary darkness, associated with death enclosing around her. He pinned her beneath him releasing his grip a bit so he could explore more of her body . She had gone limp in his arms . Her eyes had bulged and rolled back into her head. He reached in his pocket for the serrated knife to finish his dissection. The splattering of blood sprayed upon the tiles, her face and her hands .. Her thighs jerked convulsively as she struggled to breathe . Jackson felt a sudden burning across his throat he touched his throat and it came away with blood. His eyes gave a worried hysterical look as he stared at it,foolishly. He tried to raise up and scream but couldn't while his stomach lurched in violent tremors. He turned his head to see a man with a long, thin blade knife held in his hand. “Don't know who you are, Friend, but you saved me a lot of grief on how to get rid of my mistress, my wife was getting suspicious” Jackson eyes gave a blank far away stare an expression of shock and dread on his twisted face. Frank,her boyfriend placed the knife in Rachel's hands and left the apartment. The End Tweet
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