Comedian Serial Killer Novels & Stories

I eyed it suspiciously. “I hope you didn’t poison this,” I said, giving her a sharp look. “Only a wicked person would assume his drink was poisoned, but honestly, I’d love to poison it. I’d be so happy,” she said, her grin taking on a manic edge. “Jeez! You’re creepy as hell. Were you a murderer or a serial killer in a past life? Because you’re seriously giving off serial killer vibes,” I said, unable to hold back the comment.

Chris commanded. “You would like that, wouldn’t you? Killing is what you do best. I am so disappointed you pulled this shit, Chris. Trying to use the same tactic I used on you is an all-time low. I thought you serial killers were more creative than that.” Dan replied as his back hugged the wall next to the room they were in.

he asked and I raised my hand to give him a 'wait' sign. I drank water to push my food inside. "How can you say that so casually?" He shrugged his shoulders. "Well, I saw how his madness worked so many times that it became normal to me." What the fudge? How many people have already been killed? Like, I can't believe that the man who is silent was 'that' dangerous. Grr. "Is he a se–" "He's not a serial killer nor a psychopath. It's different when you kill someone because of madness." He cut off my words like he had already read what was on my mind.

she said gushing Uhh I'm really lagging behind I dont even know what is going on on her life anymore "Wow that's nice and the way you talking about this guy, I'm sensing a hint of crush " I said trying to tease her "Well yeah we are kind off in a thing but he hasn't asked me officially " she said "Damn girl you're whipped " I said laughing " yeah so are you getting a lead on the killer?" She asked " nah he recently killed people in the catholic church close to the park , he killed everyone including the priest " I said

a trader he worked in an abbatore and sell meat to meat lovers, he was the biggest boy in the trade, he was popular for the business and many were his customers, few days after he returned from the party, people had he was back at business and had came to patronise him, he had many staffs that worked with him and had a big knife he used in making deferent sizes of meats, so that people can purchase according to their financial strength, by one morning he could not locate where his favorite knife was and had searched everywhere for it but could not see it, and when the cue was getting longer he asked his workers to get him any sharp knife that he may help with the cutting, his boy brought a

I continue "Plus, we're practically the only ones here. If you don't count the Big Man in the clouds" Kai has a smile on his face as he says "So what if I'm a serial killer? Are you scared?" I shrug "Not exactly. You're the one closer to the edge of the roof" His eyes widens again "Are you sure you're not the serial killer?" I make a smug face there "Or am I?" Then i add with dramatic flare "Dun! Dun!! Dun!!!" Kai is laughing now and I guess I spare a chuckle as well before he finally calm down and says "What are you?"

I said, getting serious on him. “Of course I didn’t. You asked if I was a serial killer who was using these emails to bait a young girl.” He said. “Exactly. And that is the type of question a girl needs an answer to.” I said. And he started laughing. “Well, no. I’m not a serial killer. At least not today.” He said. “Alright. Good to know.” I said. “Now, I have a question for you. If you were to get a tattoo, what would it be?” He asked.

I joked lightly, and Serin rolled his eyes at my poor excuse of one. "Funny," he said humorlessly. I only cackled even harder. "No, seriously. You should step out of the corporate world and become a comedian with jokes like that." "Aw, come on, Serin." I followed him out of the house and into the backyard, where he walked out for some fresh air. "It was kind of funny, admit it!" "You need to admit yourself into a mental hospital with jokes like that." ###

I’ve made zucchini pasta and mashed garlic potatoes. “What would you like to watch?” I asked him. He looked at me for a brief second before shrugging off his shoulder. “I’m going to put some crime documentary then.” I warned him to which he just nodded. We ate the dinner in comfortable silence, watching the documentary. It was about a serial killer who kills just because he thinks that people are annoying when they laugh. And then later he was caught because he heard himself laughing in public and decided to turn himself to cops, realizing that he doesn’t have enough guts to kill himself.