Wednesday 17 July 2019

Your Mid-Week Update for 07/17/19

One of my favourite victims actually took me about 3 hours to kill. I was inspired by the story of the babysitter fielding phone calls from a killer who was, in fact, in the house the entire time. Building up the terror that only the victim will know about before their death; it’s an extra special secret you get to carry with you.

I went old school and broke in to the apartment of a student I knew lived alone. Her roommate was an assistant at the office and she was going on vacation for the week, so I waited a few hours after she left for work and then I snuck in through a slightly open window – thank you heatwave. I spent some time familiarizing myself with the space and leaving myself an escape route, and then I hid and waited for her to return.

In the meantime, I found her number and made a phone call from my prepaid phone. Naturally, she didn’t answer an unfamiliar number so I left a message saying I was with the security company for the building and she needed to come home to check on a possible theft. I said I would meet her outside the building and she should call when she arrived. She called shortly after and I said I’d been detained but I should head up to the super’s office to check in. She called to ask who I was actually with since the super had no idea what I was talking about. I confessed I wasn’t with the building but I did notice her door was open and didn’t want to scare her by being a random stranger who knew where she lived.

She didn’t ask how I knew it was her apartment or how I got her number.

She just hung up on me.

When she walked into her apartment, she was on the phone with the police who seemed to be telling her that they’d be sending over an officer to check but if there was no evidence of tampering, her apartment was a safe place to hole up.

Once she hung up, I called and began to taunt her. I started by asking if she was home and if she had checked for anything stolen. And if she was safe. When she hung up, I called again and heightened my language just a little, getting angrier and more dangerous. And it just escalated like that for the next fifteen minutes until she finally got so scared and upset that she refused to answer. She started to dial (presumably the police) but I called again and she dropped her phone, breaking it.

Modern phones, I tell ya. They ain’t like they used to be.

Well, that part of the fun was over so I went straight to the best part of a murder: the actually killing.

Before she could run out the door in fear, I grabbed her from behind and slit her throat. She was dead before the police officer could knock on the door. I was out the window before they could bust down the door.

What I loved most about it was the anticipation. The options and the excitement that builds when you know that death is inevitable. It was no my favourite kills but the entire act was incredibly fun. And she played her part well. Trying to be logical but as she got more terrified, all thoughts turned to survival. You think if you were in that situation, you would do better but I can tell you from experience: everyone has a survival mode and it gets activated whether you like it or not.

So if, for example, you have to make the choice between one child’s life and the other, you think you might find a magical third option where everyone gets to live but it isn’t that simple. At least it doesn’t seem that way.

Who knows; maybe I’ll find the victim who gets the creepy phone call and never answers or acts on it. Maybe there is someone out there who can figure out how to survive logically. Maybe there is someone who will run out the front door at the first sign of trouble.

God, I hope there is.

As always, dear readers,

Stay Safe

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