The Killer?
Opening the door I see a pool of blood and things scattered and disheveled all about the front room. The blood, sticky and seeped into the floor. It’s as if you can feel to horror in the air. Slowly creeping my way down the hallway the horrid smell of rotten, decaying fells fills my nose. The door that was shut at the end of the always seems miles away. As I approach it, it lets out an old creaky screech as its slowly pushed open. Dread filling my body takes over all my emotions as the open door nudges further and further open. Eyes slowly moving to the right…she’s there. Sam is lying on the floor by the computer desk that is splattered with red, lying in a swamp of blood, face covered in fresh bruises. Her all is almost shredded off her body, as if someone was hacking at it and decided to stop…hanging on by what looks like shredded meat. Stab marks all over her abdomen and chest look like little slots with dried blood around the knife entry way. I can’t cry of scream. I fumble for my phone. Panicing, sweaty, and nauseous I dial 911 with shaky fingers.
Driving home from the police station I wondered who could have killed Sam. When all of a sudden I see someone running from a darkened street and run into a car that looked like Shayna’s.
Later the next day when I was with Shayna to discuss what happened to Sam I jokingly told her about the person I thought looked like her running from the street and she oddly got tense and sort of defensive. When I got home later in the day I put on the news to see if there was anything about Sam’s murder on the news. Instead of seeing a picture of Sam I see a teenage boy, his name is Devin. The news woman is talking about how this boy was brutally murdered late last night; it turned to a picture of his street. It was the same darkened street I saw last night! What if that was Shayna who I saw? But no, why would Shayna being going around and killing people, one being her friend? She didn’t kill me when we were together…
Within a couple of days there had already been three more murders. All teenagers. Ben, Laura, and Jake, all unmercifully murdered. Also at one of the scenes someone had reported seeing a car that was identical to Shayna’s car at the crime scene. Again, why would Shayna be killing people?
Its been almost a week without any new murders. Until last night. When another one of my friends was murdered. Jess had been brutally beaten and viciously stabbed forty-three times cause of death being blunt force trauma. Her younger brother Jordan found her like that in her bedroom. Jess didn’t have any enemies. No one understands what’s happening. Life is like one big scary movie now, no one wanting to leave their houses, food stores being wiped about because people freak out and panic too much.
It has been about a month and no new murders. Forensics has found evidence though. Female DNA has been found on clothing and half a finger print on a table in Jess’ house, it’s not a big enough print to place it to a person unfortunately but there is still. When I was telling Shayna this she nervously blocked it out. Then she said “I want believe it was Jess’ head hitting the dresser that killed her and not the stab wombs” after she said this I remembered how no one had proven it was the dresser that Jess’ head got smashed off of. How would Shayna know that? After this Shayna started acting sketchy and weird about everything. She was always jumpy and jittery but not in the good fun energy way. Then she told me how the police had been questioning her and they are led to believe she’s the killer.
BANG! Is all you hear from the interrogation room in the police station. The detective slamming his fist down onto the cold hard table demanding answers from Shayna. After he yells at her for a couple more minutes Shayna burst into hysterics tears falling from her face like a foset, sobbing on the table she confesses to the murders and explains why she did the gruesome acts. She’s sentences to life in prison with no chance of parole.
