My Murderers

I didn't know him as a serial not exactly at least not at first even though I'd overheard the plotting of arson from a dim lit restroom searching for tissue only to find several guns rifles grenades hand guns rather neatly lined behind the bathroom door startled I was on thee other side of a poolroom at the time I never really paid too much attention to details dirty deeds of men at work the dirt scum oil fumes gas odd jobs mechanics machines not even the word dynamite demolition bringing down a building before the big election why I was a lady for Christ sakes the conversation pieces of desperate men taking orders from an angry serial killer at Christmas time believe me shopping was the only thing on my mind decorations It took awhile for all this information to sink in and when it finally did I kelp my mouth shut why even after the FBI informed me of his fascination with killing he'd set a blaze killing eight elderly persons five women and three men a couple were veterans he ruled the city officials with weapons drugs and scummy apartments he rented out over store fronts most were used to store vending machines and video games his pride and joy coin collecting lake county music company slots shots poker machines illegal gambling concealing income from the IRS his terror roared throughout the city like the blazes and flames from every Winston he ever lit several city officials fear his every breath allowing him to torch the neighborhood his real talent wasn't in killing it was getting away with killing more victims who ever got in his way like the young mother of two without a care like using a sling shot the young woman was later found after leaving with him in a scuffle he went into a twisted remission due to an arrest on other crimes he employed upon his release perhaps the feeling of getting away with murder arose within him seeking out another building over property insurance taking the life of a homeless man oddly this was memorial day weekend a torched Ford geo still smoking on his property the vehicle belonged to another unsolved murder shocking frightening when I got word the serial killer died torching a DEA building in Sarasota a sense of peace a sense of relief the fear became calmer I decided to write in my diary this was when I realized what a serial killer was face to face I sat writing in my journal writing of the fires the arson that kelp me in bondage to my surprise I picked up my journal to add an entry there read keep your mouth shut fearing my safety I close my drapes and glance out my townhome window there she was leaving down a ladder leading to a black sedan my eyes wide shut he was indeed alive stalking his next victim me he was the serial killer parking at my window watching me write every night sending this intruder to read pages and write me clear threats I awakened the smell of smoke filled my room night terrors panic and fret my hands dripping wet I found myself panting captured in the serial killer's net