The Facebook Killer
Headline for an article on Facebook:
"Civil War Could Break Out As The Jury Will Deliver A Verdict For Amanda Bynum"
Comments section:
Joe Morgan: "She's guilty as Hell! It's obvious that she fell down those steps on purpose trying to kill her unborn baby. Lock her up!"
Chad Shevel: "Joe Morgan, we wouldn't have to worry about whether or not she is guilty if it wasn't for Trump making abortion damn near illegal. How can you expect a woman that is only three weeks pregnant to make a decision to abort or not?"
Joe Morgan: "I don't believe a woman should have an abortion, PERIOD! If she wants to get in bed with someone and be irresponsible, she needs to deal with the consequences of that decision."
Chad Shevel: "Over fifty percent of women who were using contraception get pregnant. How is a woman supposed to know she is pregnant within the first three weeks if they thought they were taking all the proper precautions?"
FBK: "Chad Shevel, this has nothing to do with Trump being President. You're making excuses! Why do you want unborn children to die? Why should anybody decide that they want to kill their baby? She is guilty!
Chad Shevel: All I'm saying is, if you watch the video, she clearly stumbles, causing her to fall down the steps. Plus, if you feel that she created a scenario to have a miscarriage, then this has a lot to do with Trump making abortion illegal after three weeks. She might have had an abortion after week number five, you know, when most women realize that they are pregnant.
FBK: Boy. There you go again wanting children to die. The only reason that you are sitting there being able to be a keyboard warrior is because your mom decided to take responsibility and give birth to you. You liberal commie bastards always think you know everything.
Joe Morgan: FBK. Chad probably still lives in his mom's basement. Probably sits around collecting welfare checks.
Chad Shevel: This is just like you right-wingers, always calling people names and creating your own alternative facts. Go troll someone else. Trump sucks! I'm done talking to you idiots.
Joe Morgan: Aww. Is the snowflake going to melt in his mom's basement. How much longer are you planning on living there?
Chad Shevel: Fuck you! I don't live with my mom. Actually, I live with your mom, Bitch! See ya, troll assholes!
FBK: Chad is telling the truth. He doesn't live with his mom. He lives at 5980 Smith Road.
Chad Shevel: Are you fucking serious? You are looking up my public profile. You are a sick motherfucker! I dare you to come to my house! Try to threaten me bitch!
FBK: Thank you for the confirmation! This is just the beginning!
It was Saturday morning, October 31, 2026. His car slowly creeped past the house. The driver wanted to make sure he had the right address. It was 5am and it was still a little dark outside. The driver noticed a security camera above the garage door. He drove away when he noticed a light come on in the house.
Chad Shevel usually doesn't work on weekends, but today it was mandatory overtime. It was worth it to him because he was trying to save up for a new truck. His alarm on his phone woke him up at 5am. He got up and then turned on the light. He checked out his phone to see if he had any more disturbing messages from the lunatic who he had a discussion with last night. The Facebook member's name was FBK. Chad had tried to look at his profile, but the guy must have deleted his Facebook page after making a subtle threat that he knew where Chad lived. Chad wasn't going to let it bother him anymore. He figured people got death threats all the time, and that it was just people's way of trying to blow off steam. There wasn't any reason for Chad to allow these weirdo's to live rent free in his mind. Moments later he got ready, and then left for work.
While he was driving, a car came up quickly from behind him. They had on their high beam headlights causing Chad to squint his eyes.
Chad threw up his hands, and yelled into his rearview mirror. "What the fuck dude! Get off my ass! And turn off your brights! Goddamn!"
The driver of the car sped up and got beside Chad's truck. Chad tried to look into the window, but they were heavily tinted. The car was an old black '76 Ford Thunderbird. Suddenly, the T-Bird swerved over towards Chad's truck causing Chad to nearly lose control of the wheel.
Chad rolled his window down. "What the hell is wrong with you, ASSHOLE! Learn how to drive, you PRICK!" He yelled while at the same time giving the driver of the T-Bird the middle finger.
Finally, the T-Bird sped ahead of Chad. Chad tried to get his license plate number, but it was too old and too rusty to make it out. It looked like the license plate had expired quite some time ago.
A few minutes later, Chad made it to work. He checked his rearview mirror one last time. After all the crazy things that have happened since his conversation on Facebook, and now the situation with the crazy driver, he was feeling a bit paranoid. He was beginning to see that people were starting to lose their minds with the possible chance of a Civil War brewing.
But, then he decided to laugh it off. "Stop being such a scaredy-cat-pussy." He said to himself as he got out of his car, and then went into work.
Just outside, as he entered the factory building, The black T-Bird slowly drove past.
Hours later, as Chad was getting off of work, he received a call from his friend. "Hello." Chad answered.
"Hey! Are you still going to the Halloween party tonight?" Asked his friend, Jason.
"I don't know man. I just worked a ten hour shift, and I have to be back to work tomorrow morning." Chad replied.
Jason piped up. "What!? Don't tell me that you are going to puss out! Plus, Laurie is supposed to be there. I know you wanna see her."
"I don't know. Let me go home, take a shower, and see how I feel afterwards."
Jason wasn't having any of that. "How about this? You go home, take your shower, and I will be at your house at 7pm to pick your sorry ass up? I'll drag your ass out if I have to!" Jason declared.
"Yeah yeah! I guess I could go for a little while. But, I'm not drinking. I'm not going to work with a hangover tomorrow."
"Great! See you at 7pm!" Jason said just before hanging up the phone.
A few minutes later, Chad made it back to his house. He started to prepare himself a shower, when suddenly, he heard a noise coming from outside. He walked to the front door in his evening robe, and then looked outside. As far as he could tell, there wasn't anyone out there. He went back to his bedroom, picked up his phone, and then called Jason.
Jason answered. "Hello?"
"Are you fucking around outside my house?" Chad asked.
"What are you talking about? I'm at my girlfriend's house. I'm going to get me some All Hallow's Eve poontang before I go to the party."
Chad laughed. "Sure you are! You're probably jerking off to space midgets on Pornhub."
"Fuck you, Asshole! I'll see you in a couple hours!" Jason said just before abruptly hanging up.
Chad walked into the bathroom, and started the shower. Suddenly, his phone rang. "Damn dude, I'm sorry Jay! But is it okay for me to take a shower? I was only kidding with you when I said that thing about the space midgets!"
The rough voice on the other line wasn't Jason. "Hello. Computer keyboard warrior." the creepy voice said. "Go ahead and take your shower. I will deal with you afterwards." "Click." the phone hung up.
Chad reached for his glasses to see who just tried calling him, but his glasses weren't where he thought that he left them sitting. He went back into his bedroom to grab the extra pair on his dresser. After putting them on, he checked his phone. The call came from his Facebook Messenger. It read, "Received a call from FBK."
"Are you fucking kidding me!" Chad yelled. "I thought this Asshole deleted his account."
Chad quickly tried to look up FBK's profile, but before he could, FBK had deleted his account again.
"You know what? I don't need this shit! I will just block this asshole!" Chad proclaimed.
Chad got into the shower and tried to calm himself down. He stood there with his head under the shower faucet trying to enjoy the hot soothing water. About five minutes later, Chad's phone rang again. It looked like Jason was calling again.
Chad dried his hands off onto a towel, and then answered the phone. "Yo! I was taking a shower! What's up?"
"Taking a shower, my ass! It looks like you have been talking all kinds of shit on Facebook!" Jason exclaimed.
"What? I swear I've been taking a shower. Listen. The water is still running!" Chad explained.
"Bullshit! We just got off the phone fifteen minutes ago! You literally had just made that joke about me jerking off to space midgets on Pornhub. Now it's on Facebook. How do you explain that?"
Chad thought for a second. "Oh my God! FBK must have hacked my account. This asshole doesn't stop!"
"Who the fuck is FBK? Is that your alter-ego?" Jason asked.
"He's some asshole that has been stalking me on Facebook- CLICK… Hello? Jay, are you there?" Chad asked as he checked the reception bars on his phone. It showed that there was no service available.
"Jesus! What else could go wrong?" Chad asked himself as he put on his robe, and started walking towards his computer room. He wanted to see if his internet was working. But, as he entered the computer room, the monitor screen was on.
"Hmm. That's weird. Usually the screensaver comes on after a few minutes. It was on Chad's Facebook page. He could see where it looked like he typed, "Jason Glenrude jerks off to space midgets on Pornhub."
He sat down and then began to delete the post. Suddenly, a paranoid thought hit Chad like a bolt of lightning. "How would FBK know what I said during my conversation with Jason?"
He was about to get up from out of his computer chair, when suddenly,
THUD! Chad was hit over his head and was knocked out.
A few minutes later, Chad woke up to find out that his mouth was gagged, and his hands were tied to the computer desk. He tried to wiggle free, but his body was stuck because he had been strapped to the computer chair with several wraps of duct tape.
A rough voice spoke out from behind Chad. "You aren't so tough now are you, Baby Killer?"
Chad's paranoia had come to fruition. FBK was in his house.
"What's wrong, Computer keyboard Warrior? You look like you've seen a ghost. Maybe I should have run you off the road this morning... Nah. Then I wouldn't have been able to teach you anything." FBK teased as he took out a cigar cutter. "You know, you really should watch what you say to people on-line. Especially if you are going to use your real name. Now I know where you live, where your friends live, and most of all, where your family lives." FBK said while walking up to Chad, and then grabbing his index finger.
"Do you remember what you said to me last night?" he asked. "Let me refresh your memory." He said while placing the cigar cutter around his index finger.
"I'm just a right-winger trying to believe in my own alternative facts… Trump sucks… Remember? You said-, FUCK YOU!"
Just at that moment, FBK cut Chad's index finger completely off. Chad's face winced in pain as his severed finger sat on the computer keyboard.
Then FBK placed the cigar cutter around Chad's middle finger. "Oh, I certainly remember you using this finger during our little interaction this morning while you were driving to work. Do you remember what you yelled out your window while you were giving me the bird? You said-, Asshole! Learn how to drive, Prick!" FBK yelled while slicing through Chad's middle finger.
Chad's eyes began to water.
"What's the matter? Am I making it hard for you to be able to type in the future, Mr. Baby Killer? Mr. Computer keyboard Warrior?"
Then he took the gag out of Chad's mouth. "Oh wait! You could still decide to 'talk to text' couldn't you? We don't want that, do we?" FBK declared as he grabbed Chad by his chin, and then tried to open Chad's mouth.
Chad kept his mouth shut tight.
"Oh, now you want to keep your mouth shut, huh? I'm afraid it doesn't work like that!" He said as he pulled out a clamp, and then wedged it between Chad's teeth.
He started cranking the clamp causing Chad's mouth to open up wide. Then he reached into Chad's mouth, pulled on his tongue, and then cut it off with a knife. Blood spurted from out of Chad's mouth. Then it began oozing down his chin.
Chad tried to mumble a few words. "Why? Why awe you ooing this oo me?" He could hardly pronounce anything.
"What was that you are trying to say? I couldn't make it out. Oh, you said, why am I doing this to you? Well, it's quite simple. There is about to be a Civil War. You are the kind of person that talks shit on-line, and then as soon as the war starts, you hide behind your keyboard watching as others do your dirty work. Well, not me! I do my own dirty work!" FBK yelled as he slammed the knife down into Chad's hand.
"You aren't so tough now, are you Commie?" He asked as he pulled the knife out of Chad's hand. "You want to kill babies!" He yelled as he stabbed Chad in his back. "You want everything to be free!" Again, stabbing Chad. "You want to act like you are woke!" Stabbing Chad again. I worked for everything I've ever got in life! I served my country in 'Nam! What have you ever done besides talk shit on Facebook?"
Then FBK put the knife up to Chad's throat. "Well, it's been fun. But now I think it's time for you to die."
Suddenly, just before he could cut Chad's throat, the doorbell rang. "Hmm… It's 6:45. Your friend is early. I'm surprised he still showed up after what you wrote about him on Facebook." He said as he wiped the blood off of his knife, and then rubbed it onto Chad's robe. "Maybe I will let you live. Maybe you can be my warning to the rest of you Libs. Be sure they know that the FaceBook Killer is coming for them all!"
A few seconds later, Jason walked into the house. "Yo! Chad! Where the fuck are you at? I'm here early. I guess I got done jerking off to space midgets sooner than you thought I would." He said as he made his way into the living room. Suddenly, Jason heard a noise.
SCREECH!
Jason ran to the door. When he looked out, he could see an old black Thunderbird speeding off in the distance. "What the hell was that all about?"
Finally, he made it back towards the computer room. "Chad! What the hell happened to you!?"
Commissioner Gordon was called to the crime scene.
To be continued...