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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