The Axeman of New Orleans
The sound of jazz filled the damp night. New Orleans was pact with people this time of year. I worked day and night as a waitress. The pay was mediocre. That was the only career I could get as an Italian-American citizen. My husband worked as a grocer. We made enough to get our own store. It was cozy and small, but it was suitable. My job wasn't very far from my home. It was near the grocery. We had a good routine.
On my way to work I see a strange man. I never said anything about him. In the paper it said of multiple robberies and one murder. I didn't think any of that. I continued my way to work, but the thought plagued me. Could he be the assailant?
Murders sprung up. The next year was approaching and he continued to kill. What a maniac! Everybody was frightened and never left their house. It was getting extreme. My business started to fail and the money stopped coming.
One night in the dark I hear a rustle out my window. My husband was working. The noise did not affect me in any way. People were just paranoid. No one would murder without reason. I had no reason to be killed.
Noise after noise. It got closer. Footsteps began downstairs. He just got back from work a little late. I tried to sleep. He never came, but someone else did. A man with an ax.