Comedian Serial Killer Novels & Stories

"There's nothing on your face actually, I'm just questioning the chances of you being a serial killer." He chuckled, causing his adams apple to bulb. Thought I couldn't see the full picture I could get a side view, and I must say that the man was insanely hot. "What if you end up being right?" I froze, turning my neck to him slowly absolutely horrified, all blood had drained from my face as countless possible scenarios of my gruesome demise began to paint themselves in my head. "Relax I'm just joking." He laughed attempting to difuse the mounting tension but I was far too gone already.

The man suddenly revealed an evil look in his eyes, but lowered his voice and said, "Dude, since we are acquaintances, I won't hide it from you. Actually, I am the culprit of a serial murder case ten years ago, and I am soon to be executed. Before I die, I want to find someone to accompany me on the journey to the underworld." Bill trembled in fear. The man asked him, "Are you afraid of me?" "No, not afraid... You can’t be breaking the law?" The man patted his shoulder and said, "I was just kidding with you, buddy. Can you come with me to the bathhouse? Can you help me scrub my back..." Bill remained motionless. The man stared. "What, unwilling to help me?" He said this with a particularly f

I highly doubt my Serial Killer activities would be as successful if I were ugly… example; Paul John Knowles AKA The Casanova Killer Richard Ramirez AKA The Nightstalker Jeffrey Dahmer Fuck.. TED BUNDY!! Also known as one of the most attractive and charming Serial Killers in history... …Just goes to show, doesn’t it? And why shouldn’t I just throw myself into what I enjoy the most? The love of my life? Gone. My child? Gone, it was for the best but still… I don't even know where he is currently for his ‘’safety’’. Sure. It was just Peyton controlling and manipulating situations. AGAIN. If she wasn’t around, Luke would still be killing with me, and so would the others. I just knew all this bul

He was so shocked by his father's death that he is now consoled by his other family members and refused to say anything. The most shocking thing about this murder is that it is similar to the murder of the famous Dr. Robert Jonson who died 6 months ago and the renowned prosecutor Mr. Arik Watson who died 9 months ago. The culprit of those cases hasn’t been found yet so the police are investigating further and we fear that it might be a part of serial murder. Are these three cases related? Is this really the work of a serial killer? If so, what can be the killer's motive behind killing those famous people who were famous and loved for their good deeds?

I am very real, and I have the money to prove it. Shine: How do I know you are not a serial killer? I read the news. Girls are getting killed on islands and lured into traps by men like you. I am not trying to end up on the headline. She cringed as soon as she sent it. Dark humor was her defense mechanism, but it usually turned people off. She wished she had not sent that message.

He loves the way his target's tied up on a chair, helpless and bloody. "Everyone alrrady asked me that for thousands of times now, Sheriff and you're the 25,789th person who asked me that f*cking question." He sarcastically replied to the fat old man, tapping his heel on the wooden floor. "I'm starting to get over it." He throw his head back and sough loudly. "I got an idea, why don't I tell it to the world that I'm back? That the insane killer of Harmonica fall Klyde McMarrow is still alive and still kicking ass? And add the fact that I'm f*cking famous in smuggling and drug world. Isn't that just f*cking awesome, right Sheriff? Plaster it on every channels, slap it to their faces that I'm

"You know why I call him Bitch? Do you know what he was sent to Sin Pack for? For killing people, and he killed over twenty people at once." I was shocked, and not only a little scared thinking that I had just had a problem with him. But soon Madman's words allayed my fears. "Do you know how he killed people? He's a trainer, the kind that specializes in teaching people to lift weights. He doesn't play music in his gym, he plays 'Tom and Jerry'. One time during training just put on the funniest episode, more than twenty trainees laughed until they smashed themselves to death, and he came in."

“Sarcasm is my defense mechanism, so…shut up.” One corner of his mouth twitched up. “I should punish you for that.” “Yeah, Mr. Killer, what are you going to do?” “Hmm.” He looked around the room as he tried to come up with something. “I could fuck you.” “Pfft, that’s no punishment.” “No, but I just killed five guys and now I want to fuck your brains out.” My brow scrunched. “Is that a side effect?” “I guess you could call it that.”

She pouted, making her green eyes look all sad and shit. "Oh." Then it clicked cause her eyes lit up. "Wait, that guy who's into the fucked-up minds of serial killers, like you?" She said it like it was a hobby, like collecting stamps or something, not delving into the twisted minds of psychos. This guy had claimed all the theories about serial killers, like Bundy and the like, were bullshit. No connection between the evil they did and their grey matter. Just monsters who got off on hurting others, nothing more, nothing less. Sounded like an arrogant prick, but I'd let him keep thinking whatever he wanted. He didn't know shit about my world, about why I really left Russia. A secret I kept cl

“... I thought you were better than Ethan, how could you do this to me? You brought me here and now you don't want me to leave? You have other girls trapped here too? What are you— some kind of serial killer? What the heck is wrong with you?” He didn't speak, not for the first few seconds and then, boom, he bursted out laughing. “You're really funny,you know that?” I didn't know that. I wasn't trying to make jokes either so how could I have possibly been funny? “I'm not trying to be funny.” “Are you sure?” “And what's that supposed to mean?” “That you're funny.” “I'm not. I'm asking you serious questions here, what are you?” I paused, like a dramatic effect, and then exhaled, “is this why yo