There was a man at the end of the main residential road, just off the beaten path and only three miles from the main parts of the campus. If you took the back roads then it was just a hop skip and a jump away from the river's bridge. It was very convenient for anyone that wanted to have a nice picnic, take a few photos, or even dump a body which is what the lonely man used it for. Not just once, or twice, but his most recent activities put it to a whopping number three.
He was raised in a normal family and a normal house, and if you met him on the street you wouldn't give him a second look, and he liked that. He wanted to blend in with the people around him, he wanted people to look away from him, but when he had a guest, their attention must solely be on him.
He never told anyone his real name, even his own parents would trip up if they saw him now. Usually, his brother's name was called out first before his, he was always swept under the rug when it came to his family life. It would be one of the first things a psychologist would blame on him turning out to be a cold-blooded killer.
Mason Patterson, and if anyone asked for his real name that's all they would get, he wasn't a student anymore but that didn't mean he had to move off campus. Technically, where his house sat was just at the edge of the university's land. They never considered it part of the campus or their land since nothing they ever did stretch out there.
But while he told everyone else a lie in his everyday tasks, there was one person that knew the truth and as he looked out to the street in front of his house to see if they were arriving yet. He was nervous, today wasn't supposed to be a meeting day. But he got the call a few minutes ago and was told she was only ten minutes away. If he kept going to the curtains, he would upset the neighbor who was currently walking her elder corgi up and down the sidewalk while peering at his window each time she passed his house.
He fought the urge to go to the window again but when the bark of his neighbor's corgi set him off, he knew his guest had arrived. Pulling away from the window, he rushed over to the couch to make sure the last of the pillows were arrange properly. The only other time they've met at his house, they were in the small shed in the back and he didn't get to show off the rest of his house. Granted, the guest didn't want to step foot in the house before, but something has changed their mind tonight.
There was a soft knock on the door. The guest had purposely ignored the doorbell, knowing it would make too much noise. They opted for a soft knock instead and it didn't take the owner of the house more than a couple of seconds to reach the door and swing it open. The other side held a woman with golden blonde hair and a look that would cut glass.
She pushed past him and rushed into the house so no one would see her. She even drove the blackest car she owned for the same reason.
"I can't lie, I was nervous when I got your call. What's this about?" He started the conversation but she didn't really seem like she wanted to be there. Her cold eyes swept the room and while her lip turned up in disgust. His tiny couch and tv added to the turned up lip, and even a small peek into the kitchen/dining room set up made it worse.
"I didn't come here to talk with you, I just need to know that you held up your end of the job." She turned back to him and impatiently waited for him to tell her what she wanted to hear.
"I did what I needed to do," he replied with a bit of an edge. As if he would mess something like this up. "So, she's dead, right? You didn't mess that up, did you?" She bit back harder and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"You think I'm so incompetent that I can't kill someone? Shame on you, what happened to the others? I got rid of them, didn't I? How could you ask me something like that?" He was getting upset, that much was certain, but she couldn't care less.
"I also remember those projects getting found soon after!" She shouted but quickly composed herself and took in a calming breath as she looked back on the man she wished was never born.
"Just tell me what you did," she asked him while taking another walk around the living room.
"I took care of her just as I did the other two. She was strangled with the strap I used on the others as well. The blues and purples in her face are something I will never forget..." The woman stopped walking around for a moment to stop and glare at him reminiscing about what he did nearly a week ago. "I don't want to see you get all excited about this, I don't want to have to use your bathroom to vomit in," she seethed and turned back around to hear the rest.
"Like I was saying," he pushed back with more attitude this time before he continued this time. "I strangled her until she stopped moving. Then, while wearing the usual gloves, and taking all of her things with me, I tied her back up and carried her to the bridge. With it having rained a few days ago and didn't let up until a few hours before I took her to the bridge, I had a lot of water cover." She was liking the things he was telling her so far. She just needed to make sure the job was really done before she went back home to her husband and carefree life.
"What happened when you got to the bridge?" She asked with a strain to her voice and a tightness in her muscles.
"I got to the bridge and with the cover of the water flooding in the river, I pushed her body over the railing and weight it down with large rocks. I got rid of her ID card and other pieces of personal equipment I've gotten from her. I made sure the water swallowed her whole before leaving. No one saw me and I got home a few minutes later. No muss, no fuss." He finished and while she stared him down eventually she came around and was satisfied with what he told her.
"You are one hundred percent sure no one saw you?" She asked, after a long silence.
"Of course, if I didn't know any better, Mrs. Erwen, I would think you were concerned for me." His smile was wasted on her, she tried to hold back her vomit a second time, just before she walked for the door. "Don't bet on me ever being concerned for you. Once the police and news have confirmation on the dead body, I will send the last of the money. No sooner, understand?" She had one hand on the doorknob and as she looked over her shoulder at him, he couldn't help but smile at her. Despite the icy look she was giving him.
She swung the door open and stepped out to the porch before she turned around to speak to him again.
"Next time we see each other, you don't know me, and you especially do not know my name. Understood?" It wasn't much of a question, because she knew that if he wanted the money he would keep his mouth shut. He only nodded his head before she slammed the door in his face and made her way to the car. Pulling out of the driveway, she made her way back to the mansion she married into and the lies she lived with.
He watched her until the car disappeared and then he took leave to his bedroom. The house he lived in was small, one bedroom at the most. But his bedroom is where he made the most updates. While his tiny kitchen needed plumbing fixtures updated and a few cracks fixed, he saved all of his money for a certain spot in his bedroom; the closet.
He entered his bedroom and turned to the left. There was a normal closet door on the outside, but the inside was something completely different than anyone else had in their house. The closet door swung open and the deep dark corners of the newly improved space called out to him. He wanted another job, he only took them from her because it was convienent. He hasn't had this much fun since he was a teenager and got his first girl.
She was a small thing from down the road. He napped her from her bedroom. Kept her for nearly a year, before getting rid of her. Soon after the heat died down, he moved to the house he has now. Most people think he lived here his entire life, but it's because of the life he built around himself. He doesn't know much about where he came from, but he knows that if he didn't keep his nose clean, he wouldn't have a future at all. Once the police find her body in the river, he will take his last payment and get the hell out of this town.
His boss, for the time being, didn't need to know that this last one got away from him. She believed the story he told her and that's all he needed. He wasn't his fault that she got out of the newly renovated closet when he went to feed her. It wasn't his fault that she knocked him out with a lamp from his bedside table, but it was his fault that she will wash up in the river where it ends, deader than some of the trees around the bank.
But what he didn't know was that the last guest of his closet was alive and well. Something that would throw a major wrench into his and the bosses lives. Soon she will find out just how much she shouldn't trust a strange man with the security of her new life.
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