In The Hand of a Serial Killer

Nightmares Are Real

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One moment you are living your best life, the next you are in the hands of a serial killer. Topsy turvy isn’t the word for it. Terror strikes at the heart of you. Your world collides, smashing every lucid thought in your head. How did this happen? Your brain feels foggy, and you cannot move your arms or your legs. Duct tape is across your mouth silencing your screams. You realize you are in a vehicle headed to who knows where. Hyperventilating won’t help but you cannot seem to catch your breath. You try and think back to where everything went black. The last thing you remember is walking down the street. Passing an alley, you glanced in and thought you saw movement. The last thought in your head was “mommy”. 

Where Am I

As your head clears rational thoughts are evasive as you realize just how much trouble you are in. The world passes you by unaware of your peril. In the clutches of a madman your mind swirls. You catch a glimpse of your assailant as he drives. Hands at ease on the steering wheel as he whistled a tune. Eensy weensy spider crawls up the water spout. Over and over and over again. The same tune, so piercing you want to tell him to stop. You study his profile, and he looks like a normal guy. Blond hair with a broad chin. Someone you would pass on the street and not give a second glance. It’s only when he turns to look at you and grins that you see the insanity. A madness behind his icy blue eyes. Eyes with no soul. A shark's eyes, predatory and piercing. You shudder and look away. 

I Wish I may

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You wish you hadn’t been out walking. You wish you could turn back time. You wish you would have listened to your mom when she said, be careful out there. Now you are in a vehicle with a madman heading toward an unknown destination. You want so badly for him to stop driving. But at the same time what happens when he does? Time stops and the terror begins. What does he want from you? What will he say? You desperately try to loosen your arms and legs. He has them bound so tightly you are losing all circulation. Your tears start and do not stop. Your body trembles violently, goosebumps parade across your arms. You scream silently into the duct tape. There’s no one to see you and no one to hear. The van he has you in smells of rot. The floor is covered with a blackish stain. With horror your mind slams shut. You realize it’s blood and it’s been there a while. There’s been someone here before you. Someone has lain in this exact spot. Someone else has experienced the same extreme fear and panic you feel now. The windows of the van are blackened so you cannot see out and no one can see in. He’s thought of everything, he’s done this before. The tears flow freely as your mind shatters and all hope dissolves. You hope he never stops driving, because that means it’s the end. It’s a nightmare you cannot wrap your head around. Your thoughts are not your own. He turns a corner and the van slows down. You have stopped moving and hear the door open. He climbs in and sits a distance away. He is still whistling the same tune as before. 

Time has no more meaning. He comes and sits by your side. He is waiting for you to look at him, you turn your head, and you see. His grin is lurking, and his thoughts are impure. 

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He says in a low voice seductive and sweet. For your ears only, “Let’s start to play”.

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Be on the lookout, evil is everywhere.

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