The Faceless Killer; the name that induces nightmares.
A highly skilled and intelligent psychopath with a mask concealing his identity reigns terror upon the sleepy Washington town.
The bodies of men and women washing up along shore in mutilated pie...
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Shrill screams ring out from the basement.
Music to my ears.
I guess you could say I have peculiar interests, that have made me the man I am today.
Those interests include dissecting women, and inflecting terror.
Terror is key.
This shouldn't have come as a surprise to anyone, as these interests peaked when I was a young child.
As the cliché story goes, it started with animals, and lead to humans.
Particularly women.
There doesn't happen to be anything more appealing than the screams of a dying woman.
Especially the lovely woman I have now.
The moment I saw her, I knew I must have her.
She is an innocent little thing.
With captivating chocolate eyes that could be considered too large for her face, a small button nose, plump baby pink lips, and freckles dusted across her milky skin, her beauty enthralled me.
The constant need to go see my new toy is present, causing me to follow the steps down into the basement.
I click open the lock, before sliding the door open to reveal her.
She is sitting there with a bewildered expression, as tears pour down her milky skin.
Absolutely stunning she is.
I cannot wait to see her from the inside.
As I take in her features, she becomes aware I have entered the room, and begins begging again.
"Please! Let me go! I won't say anything I swear!"
Her voice has become unattractive from the nonstop screaming, but I still seem to enjoy hearing it.
There is something about this woman that seems to pull me in, and I haven't quiet yet figured it out.
That being the main reason she is still alive.
I have not felt these...feelings...before.
I must find out what they are before I can begin my fun.
