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My alarm goes off at 6:30.Why I set it so early when I'm not a morning person is beyond me. I mean, I like running but do I really have to get up early?
I sigh, shut off my alarm and get up.I do my morning stretches. Arms above my head. Bend down to touch my toes. I stretch my calves and other various muscles. Once I finish that, I go to my kitchen and look around for some fruit.'Shit, I forgot I don't have food. Guess I have to go to the market. I'll do that after my run.'I go back upstairs and put on the clothes that I picked out last night. I go back downstairs, grab my keys and my iPod, and head at 6:55, five minutes earlier than I put on the song 'Am I a psycho?' By Tech N9ne and head left. I start off at a slow jog. A warm up. I pass a few people. Some walking their dogs, others taking out their trash and getting the newspaper, a few people were jogging like I was. They all wave or smile at me as I pass by. These poor people didn't realize what was about to go down in a couple weeks. Good for me. I notice there are a few signs of this missing girl, Anna Milton. I stop at one and read it.
MISSING
NAME: Anna Milton
MISSING SINCE: September 27.
RACE: Caucasian
DATE OF BIRTH: December 24, 1985
SEX: Female
COMPLEXION: Pale
HEIGHT:5'5
WEIGHT:140.6 pounds
AGE: 23
HAIR COLOR: Red
EYE COLOR: Gray-ish Blue-ish
LAST KNOWN WHEREABOUTS: Near the Sunny Side Hospital
WEARING: Green jacket, white shirt, and blue jeans.
REWARD: $4,000
IF YOU HAVE ANY INFORMATION ON ANNA PLEASE CALL 666-312-1995.
At the top of the poster is a picture of a pretty red-headed girl. It's a shame she's missing, she looks like she would be fun to play with.I take one last glance at the poster and continue on my way. I pick up speed. Instead of a slow run, I'm going at a medium speed. I'm not full on running but I'm not just jogging. I go past a library, a police station, a high school, and a football field. I'm so busy looking at the football field and not in front of me, I crash into a person."Ump!" I fall to the ground quite hard."OH MY GOD SIR ARE YOU OK? I'M SO SO SO SORRY! I WASN'T PAYING ATTENTION!!" The person yells."I am fine. Please stop yelling. Are you ok?"He reaches down and pulls me up to my feet.'It's as if I weighed nothing to him.'"Oh sorry! I'm fine. Are you sure you're ok? We ran into each other pretty hard.""Some bruises here and there but I'll be fine."I look up to him.This man is tall. Beautiful and tall. Long hair, beautiful hazel eyes, sharp face. He's not as beautiful as Dean, but he's close. He's wearing short, tight, black Under Armor pants and a black, tight Under Armor shirt. They fit him like a glove, leaving very little to the imagination.'This town must breed beautiful people.'He had headphones wrapped around his neck. I could faintly hear 'Highway to Hell' playing.I was staring again."Uh sir?" He asks.I should really learn to stop staring and losing focus. "I'm sorry, what were you saying?""I said that I haven't seen you around these parts, are you new here?""Yes, I just moved in on WestView drive yesterday.""Really? I live on that street! My brother and I live on that street. We live in 409. Which house are you?""425."At that exact moment my stomach decides to make itself known. I blush. "My apologies. I haven't eaten since last night and haven't had a chance to stop by the grocery store yet.""It's cool. Would you like to have brunch with me? My treat since I ran into you.""You don't have to do that. It was as much my fault as it was yours. I wasn't paying attention. Besides, I don't know you. I don't even know your name. How do I know you aren't a serial killer and this is your M.O.?" I tease."My name's Sam. Sam Winchester. Pre-law student, 23, and totally not a serial killer" he says with a beautiful smile and holding out his hand.'Winchester? I wonder if he's related to Dean...'"Jimmy Novak, 32, account, and also not a serial killer. Pleasure to meet you Mr. Winchester.""Please call me Sam.""Only if you call me Jimmy." I say with a smile."Yes sir. So how about bunch? I know this small diner that makes excellent food and afterwards I could show you around if you like?"'He's too nice. Kindness will be his down fall.'"That would be wonderful. Thank you Sam."We head over to this small raggedy diner called Moseley Diner. Nothing special on the outside. When we got inside it was nicely done. It had a homey feel to it. I wonder how the food is...
We get seated fairly quick since the diner wasn't too full."Hey Sam! Long time, no see! Who's your cute friend?" The waitress asks."Jess, Jimmy. Jimmy, Jessica." Sam introduces us quickly."Hello Jimmy. Pleased to meet you. Can I get you anything? Coffee, waffles, pancakes, my number?" She winks and smiles at me.I smile back. I look over at Sam.'He doesn't look happy. I wonder why...'
" I turn and look at Jess."As lovely as that would be, I'm gonna have decline the number. I bat for the other team. "'Let's see how accepting these people are'"Oh boo, the cute ones are always gay" she fake whines. "Ah well, c'est la vie. Can I still get you something to drink? Sam you want the usual right?"'This town is perfect'"Yes please," Sam replies. "Can I have a coffee please?" I ask."Yes sir Mr. Jimmy sir! Did you want sugar or cream with it?""No thank you.""I'll be right back with your drinks." Another wink and she was gone."Sorry about Jess. She's a bit head strong.""It's fine. I appreciate the fowardness. Not many people go after the things they want so its always refreshing to see it. She seems like a great woman. She's gonna make someone very happy one day.""Yeah Jess is great..." he mumbles lost in thought. "Am I sensing a crush?" I whisper secretly."Oh no! We used to date last year. We realized we would be better off friends."Before I could say anything Jess came back with our drinks. "One plain coffee and one mocha latte. Are you guys ready to order?"I look at Sam. He looks at me. "I'll get my usual please." He responds. "I'll have the French toast with a side of bacon please" I say."Good choice, Jimmy! I'll have your orders out in a jiffy." She walks away.She has a nice ass. To bad she's not my cup of tea.We sit in silence. I'm not sure if it's awkward, my people skills are rusty.As I think of something to say Jess brings out our food."Enjoy you guys! Holler if you need anything." She says as she walks away.My french toast looks and smells amazing. I look over to see what Sam got. He got an omelette with a side of hash browns."This looks great" I say."Tastes even better" he replies.We eat in silence. Nothing but the sounds of our utensils hitting the plate. In record time we finish, Jess stopping by occasionally to refill our drinks. On her latest visit check in we ask for the check. Sam pulls out his wallet to pay and she waves him off.
"No, no! Your meals are on me today. A welcoming gift for Mr. Jimmy! "
"You sure Jess? I don't want you to get in trouble."
"Sam Winchester! Are you seriously questioning right now? " she says in mock anger.
"Sorry Jess. Thank you, I owe you one!" he laughs. We get up and he kisses her on the check. "I'll see you later."
"It was a pleasure to meet you Ms. Jess. Thank you for the meal" I say.
"Pleasure was all mine Mr. Jimmy" she winks and walks away. I smile and we walk out the door.
"Well that was a pleasant experience" I state. Sam just smiles.
"So are you still up for showing me around?"
"Yes of course!" He exclaims. "First before we go, what have you already seen?"
"The library, football field, high school, and the police station. Oh, and I went to this place called The RoadHouse yesterday."
"Oh hey my brother works there! Was Dean there?"
'Bingo'
"Yes, he was the one that waited on me.He seemed nice"
"Meh he's a jerk, but he's still good people. I'll have to introduce you guys officially soon. Anyway how about we head home for now and take showers and I'll show you around after that?"
"That sounds wonderful. Hey Sam, I'll race you to the corner of our street!" As I finish that sentence I bolt away!
"YOU CHEATER!!!!" He laughs and follows.
Because he has longer legs than me he catches up pretty easily. However since I have been running for years, I make sure he doesn't surpass me.
Because we were running and laughing, and generally not paying attention, we both almost run into a person.
"Oh shit!" Sam abruptly stops and grabs ahold of my arm and we both fall to the ground in front of the girl.
"What the hell is wrong with you." I irritating voice says.
"Oh look it's the wicked bitch of the west" Sam mumbles low enough for only me to hear.
I look at him and then I look at the girl, it's the same one from last night. The one that was kissing Dean. I don't remember if I know her name or not.
"Lisa, hey, how are you?" Sam asks while getting up.
"Why are you running like your being chased" she asks angrily, completely ignoring Sam's greeting.
Sam helps me up.
"We were racing home. Oh by the way this is Jimmy Novak, Jimmy this is Lisa Braedon. Dean's girlfriend."
'That's gonna have to change real soon'
"Pleased to me--" I started.
"Your that freak that was checking out my man last night" she interrupts.
'kill kill kill kill'
"LISA!"
"Word of advice freak, that man is mine and I suggest you keep your faggot fantasies to yourself. You do that and we will be just fine. We don't like fags here" she walks off.
"What the fuck..." I say.
'Not only are you now victim number one but I'm gonna make sure 'your man' is mine by the end of this week'
"Oh my god, I am so so so sorry about that Jimmy! Don't listen to her, she's just a bitch. This town is usually accepting of everyone regardless of any race, religion, color or sexual orientation. Lisa is just a bitch. I'll make sure to talk to Dean about her."
"It's cool, Sam don't even worry about it. My parents where homophobes as well. It doesn't even bother me anymore. I am confused though. Your brother seemed so nice last night, how is he dating that bitch?"
"She's fake as fuck, that's how. She acts all innocent and nice when he's around but a total bitch when he's not. People, myself included, have tried multiple times to tell him but he won't listen."
"That is a shame."
"Yeah..."
Instead of finishing our race we walk the rest of the way to our houses.
"Ok so here we are! This one is my house let's meet in say...twenty minutes or so?"
"Twenty minutes is fine, see you soon."
"See you soon!" He waves and walks into his house. I walk the rest of the way to my house and head upstairs to take a shower.
I start the water and let it run while I gather the clothes for the day.
I make a list of places to ask Sam about:The grocery store, a Halloween store if they have one, the gym, a park, and a few other places. I place the list next to my clothes and go back to the bathroom and into the shower.
I wash quickly and efficiently.
I jump out and look at the clock. I have about 5 minutes before I'm supposed to meet back up with Sam.
I quickly get dressed, grab my keys, wallet, the list and place my iPod on the charger.
I leave right on time.
I go outside get in my car and head towards Sam's house. As I approach his house, I notice the beautiful Chevy Impala from the other night sitting outside his house.
I park in the street, step out of the car and stop to admire the Impala in the light for a moment. It was absolutely stunning. The owner clearly took care of this car.
I take one last appreciative glance at the car and walk up to the house.
I knock on the door and wait patiently for Sam to open the door. When he does I have to take a moment to remember how to breathe. Sam answered the door with nothing but a towel around his waist. It was very clear he had just jumped out the shower.
"Hey Jimmy! Sorry about this! My jerk of a brother came home and felt the need to tell me, in grave detail, about his night and morning. I'll be ready in a second, come on in, make yourself comfortable." His voice fading as he goes upstairs to finish getting ready.
I walk in and shut the door behind me.
'This kid is way too trusting... I could be a robber or serial killer.'
I silently laugh at my own joke.
I decide to walk around the living room and peek into other room. As they say curiosity killed the cat.
His home is comfortable and homey. Lived-in. He had family pictures on the wall. Old vintage looking beer bottles on the mantel. An old vinyl record player and the huge CDs next to it.
Next to the living room is a spacious kitchen. It has an odd combination of modern yet old look to it. Weird looking but it blended together somehow.
Next to the kitchen was a door that probably led to the basement. A quick one, two peek confirmed it. Set of steps going down.
'Something to remember for later.'
I left the kitchen and went back to the living room. As I stood in the middle I could hear soft humming coming from the hallway that Sam took a couple minutes prior. The tune sounded familiar so I stepped into the hallway and followed the noise. The noise led me to a bathroom that just so happen to have the door cracked. I peek in. A great sight greeted me. Dean was semi-bent over a sink, wiping something off his army jacket.
He wasn't paying attention so I pushed the door open and walk in. I stand close and peer over his shoulder. He goes to put more water on his rag, glances up and starts.
"Don't do that!" He grunts.
He throws down the rag he was using, stands up, and turns around. I don't think he was expecting me to be as close I am.
"Uhh Jimmy...Personal space?"
"My apologies" I step away.
"Uh huh. Is there a reason why you're in the bathroom with me?"
"I heard humming and I wanted to see who was doing it." I answer and then ask.
"How do you know my name? I don't believe I ever gave it to you."
He smirks at me. "Well my moose of a brother told me he was showing a hot guy around town today and that his name was Jimmy. You are in my house and I assume waiting for Sammy. It wasn't a difficult leap to make."
'He has a mouth on him...wait did he just call me hot? '
I squint and tilt my head to the side. "Fair enough" I respond. "You and your brother think I'm hot?"
He blushes.
We stand there staring at each other awkwardly. Luckily before it could get worse, Sam interrupts.
"Uhh am I interrupting anything?"
"No. I heard humming and wanted to check it out." I reply, turning to face Sam.
"Riiiiggghhhhtttt. Well I'm all ready to go if you are?"
"Yes of course, lead the way." As I'm part way out the door I decide to ask "Would you like to come with us?"
"Nah. I got work in an hour. Thanks though"
"No problem, Dean." I turn and continue to follow Sam out the door.
"I hope you don't mind if I drive? I know I don't know he places but I figured you could just give me directions?"
"Yeah that's cool. Is there any particular places you wanted to visit?"
"Yes. I made a list" I hand him the list I made before my shower.
He quickly looks over it.
"Halloween store? I don't peg you as a Halloween type of guy."
"It's my favorite holiday. I love everything about Halloween. The decorations, the candy, the costumes, the parties..."
The murders, screams, blood, and the fear in my victims eyes.
I just really love Halloween."
"That's cool. I like Christmas."
As we start talking about the holidays, I drive off. He gave me directions here and there while We talked about various things.
We went to every place on my list. The Halloween store is surprisingly big for a small town. I love it.
By the time he finished showing me around it was 4:30.
"Oh shit dude! I didn't realize it was this late! I have to be at my internship in 45 minutes and I'll be to late if I take the bus!" Sam screams in his panic.
"It's ok! Relax Sam. I'll take you home and then drop you off at your internship. How's that sound?"
"Really dude? You would be the best person ever!I'll give you gas money and everything."
"Yeah it's fine. You don't have to give me gas money. You practically wasted you whole day showing me around town. The least I can do is drop you off."
"Ok awesome! Thanks again."
I drive Sam to his house and wait for him to run in and change. The Chevy Impala is not in the driveway.
'The car must belong to Dean.'
Within 10 minutes Sam comes rushing out of the house and hops back into my car. I drive off and he gives me directions. At 5:10 we arrive at his internship.
Johnson, Johnson, Smith Law Firm.
"Thank you so much Jimmy. I owe you big time." He smiles and then rushes off.
'For a smart kid he sure is stupid.'
I smile and drive off.
I still have no food at my house so I go to the market Sam had shown me earlier.
I park my car and head inside. I grab a cart and walk up and down the aisles.
I grab kale, extra virgin olive oil, cereal, chocolate chip poptarts, seasonings of all kind, burger meat, taco meat, onions, carrots, lettuce, milk, bottle water, bacon, summer sausage, and a few other miscellaneous things.
As I am heading to the candy section I bump into another cart that was rounding the corner.
"My apologies, I wasn't paying attention--"
"Whatever you faggot freak. Get out of my fucking way you butt muncher."
"Hello again Ms. Braedon. Pleasure to see you agian" I say.
"Why the fuck are you talking to me?! Get out of the way you fag."
'Breathe in1...2...3...4... breath out 1...2...3...4...'
"My apologies agian Ms. Braedon allow me to just rearrange my--"
"Stop using my name! You aren't worthy of saying it, you freaky little pedophile looking man!" She pushes hard with her cart and my cart falls over spilling most of my items. Luckily the glass bottles I had didn't break.
'This bitch is going to die'
I sigh and continue on my way to the candy aisle. As I'm browsing I hear Lisa talking on her phone quite loudly.
"Yeah I know right! This fairy was eying my man the other night and then tries to act like we are buddy buddy. If it were up to me I would make it so that people could ban homosexuals from their stores."
She pauses.
"I know, I know. They are taking over the world. It's a damn shame. They are a disgrace to the human race. I don't get how they don't feel ashamed of themselves. I mean think of their families. I would disown my child if they ever became a fruit loop..."
Her voice fades off as she walks away.
'Kill her. Cut out her fucking tongue and watch her choke on her own blood. She must pay..."
Her words bring back unwanted memories. She reminds me of my parents back when I was kid and they disowned my brother.
I guess I'll be breaking my own rules.
Instead of waiting for one week before Halloween, I'll be starting two weeks early, and I'm starting tonight.
I quickly grab my candy and head to the checkout line. Thankfully I'm in front of Lisa to check out. I quickly take my things to my car and put them all in the back seat.
I get in and slide down my seat so I'm not visible. I wait patiently. Couple minutes go by and she walks out of the store.
She gets in her car. It's a white car with little pink eyelashes on the lights in the front.
'Why am I not surprised? This bitch is as basic as they get.'
She starts her car and drives off. I sit up and follow after a couple seconds. I follow behind her car for about fifteen minutes. She pulls into a driveway for a small cute little house. The mailbox is pink. And the shutters are also pink.
'I bet my left nut this is her house'
As she pulls into the house I drive past it and turn down the block. I then do a u-turn, park my car in a parking lot that just so happens to be there, and get out of my car and walk back to her house.
She's no longer at her car so I go and peek inside through the window and she is putting grocerys away in the kitchen.
I leave.
'I'll leave and come back when she's sleeping. I'll leave a little surprise in her kitchen. Maybe a fake tarantula or perhaps a fake snake... hmm. Either way I need supplies'
I leave her yard and head back to my car. I get in and drive to the Halloween store. I buy what I need and then I head home.
As much as I want to fuck with her now I can't. I have to wait till the middle of the night.
I get home, put my grocerys away and go take a shower. I use my non scented soap so that when I go, she won't be able to identify me by my body wash.
As I'm soaping up my body, my thoughts turn to Lisa. She has such a delicious, beautiful, sexy body, but she is an absolute bitch.
I don't understand how my Dean is with her. He seems like a laid back, kind guy and she is a basic homophobic bitch. I wonder how Lisa will react to my game tonight.
I wonder if she's a screamer. I think she is. She would scream so beautifully. It would be loud and high pitch and those are one of my favorite screams. I wonder if I'll be able to hear her scream through the walls. Will she faint? Will she cry? Will she try to run away? Hopefully she will do all three. It would be a pretty sight. Walking in to find her fainted on the ground. Tear stains going down her face. Her breath fast and shallow from shock and fear. When she awakens the scary object will still be there... perhaps I'll move it closer to her while she's unconscious ...and she'll scream and run.
I was so into my fantasy I didn't realize I was rubbing my hand up and down my penis. My orgasm came as a surprise. It was so intense I almost fell to my knees. Luckily I was able to catch myself before that happened.
Sometimes it worries me on how much I get off on the fear of other people, but I'm a serial killer and nothing should really bother me or disturb me.
I can't wait for tonight. T his is gonna be so much fun! The anticipation is killing me.
I get out of the shower, put on clothes, and proceed to start unpacking. I have some time to kill.
Around nine I make a salad for dinner. I put some fruit, almonds, and bacon on top and use poppyseed dressing on it.
After I eat and clean up I start my yoga routine.
Downward dog.
Mountain pose.
Tree pose.
Bridge pose.
I do a few other simple poses and stop. I take my toys out of their boxes and put them together. Once I finish that, I set up my alarm for one AM and take a nap.
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My alarm goes off. It's show time!
I get up and put on my black clothes, black gloves, and grab my mask, my toys, and BE tools. I leave and jog across town to Lisa's house. I get there by two thirteen. I walk up to her house, check out the house to make sure she's not up. When I confirm that she's not anywhere downstairs I go and pick the lock. Once the lock clicks, I walk into her house and shut the door quietly behind me. I stand there in the entrance and listen for any sounds. I hear nothing, put on my mask, and walk into the living room. I go to the kitchen and start to set up my toy. It's a fake skeleton that I made up to look like it's rotting. I put fake maggots, worms, and spiders on it to make it look as disgusting as possible.
As I'm setting it at the table and placing more fake black blood on it and putting on the finishing touches, I hear a creak in the floorboards right behind me. I turn around quickly. Standing there in a see through nightgown is none other than Lisa holding a baseball bat.
"Who the fuck are you, what the fuck is that, and why the fuck are you in my house?"