Exorcist Serial Killer Novels & Stories

“How romantic. What happened with Jack? He turned?” “He did. Giovani intercepted him. He was also one of Holland’s offspring.” “Right. He made Gibbon, too, didn’t he? The ex-serial killer who slaughtered all of those people at the old prison?” “Yes, but that was later. First, he and Jack and Zabrina, Giovani’s girlfriend-slash-sister went on a killing spree in Cabo and then came back to the states. My mom set Jack up, but Giovani intervened, shooting Mom and causing her to accidentally shoot Jack.”

1 POLICE WERE CALLING him “Mr. Vespers”, and the online muckraking sites, the Illinois rags, even a few of the bigger newspapers had followed suit: a serial killer who talked to his own variation of God, chanted psalms over his butchered victims before receding into the night. It’d begun with the disappearance of pets from yards, dogs mostly, going missing down around the South Reach Mids, the extreme southernmost fringes of town. Turning up tortured and lifeless afterward. Soon, this had progressed to children.

asked the man and I snapped. “Dr. Jane Diego is the top pathologist in the country and she has more experience in every single thing than you can imagine. And what is this about a serial killer about the new police station down the street? What is his name and what evidence do you have against him to charge him with a beastly crime like this?” I asked. “Well I think even a noob like you should know that. A murderer often returns to the scene of the crime I spotted this clown stopping by coming inside and looking at the body here. I dashed out here and nabbed him,” said Roadblock.

The future is uncertain but the end is always near. - Jim Morrison _______________ I woke up, reenacting one of the iconic scenes from the movie Exorcist as I sat up in bed and threw up all over the hardwood flooring of my bedroom. I doubled up as my stomach cramped. I used my fist to massage and relax the muscles. I panted, eyes watering at the acidic stench of my own sick. “Three injections, two of which are experimental, back to back is a very, very bad idea.” My voice was rough as a habitual chain smoker.

She was trying so hard not to explode. 💥CYNTHIA💥 I am not just Cynthia Christina Devale, I am Tiberius Paschal, the deadliest man, drug dealer and serial killer. I am the owner of the most notorious group here in the US. The real Tiberius Paschal and I met by accident and from then he picked a selfish interest in me. He wanted me to satisfy his lustful desires and all I could do was to give in. When it comes to evil, I'm no fool in the game, I might be as the devil himself.

he demanded. "Because I could feel it," Drex replied flatly. "Feel it? What is that supposed to mean? Don’t play games with me! You’re the killer, aren't you?" Bob pressed, trying to corner him. Drex let out a long, weary sigh, seemingly exhausted by the baseless accusations. "Believe it or not, the culprit isn't human, Officer. Charlotte was the victim of a hungry vampire." I froze, staring at Drex. He spoke the word 'vampire' with such chilling conviction. Officer Bob’s eyes widened, likely wondering if Drex was hallucinating or simply hiding something massive behind a fairy tale.

It didn’t make sense to me, but I let it go and explained our purpose for being there. “We need you to help us, and I think you’re the only one that can. Fifty years ago, there was a serial killer that was captured and prosecuted for the murder of countless individuals in over 15 railroad stations. Turned out, he was possessed by a demon during that time,” I explained, glancing briefly at Steve, who was busy sipping from his glass, “but said demon swears he isn’t the one that made the killings but rather tried preventing them. He claims there was another demon that had taken up residence in the body, a higher-class demon, who is responsible. So, we need to resurrect that body long enough to

“Absolutely no. It seems you are not happy with him. Why? What can you see to him?” “He’s an exorcist, but I felt this darkness looming over his head.” “It’s not surprising. He’s known for being cruel.”

Jensen "Sorry to call you on short notice again Mr. Meyer, but I could use the help. I'm not from here and have never seen anything like this until these past three cases. " "At this point detective, I think it's safe to say we have a serial killer who is targeting voodoo practitioners." "That's what all this is?" He questions gesturing to the altar with precious stones laid out on a grid, melted candles, and figures surrounding it. On the shelf beside are homemade dolls and bottles sealed with wax. On the other side is an aquarium set up for a snake.

“That fucked-up story of his practically did all of our work for us.” “So, you’re thinking we act out the story, and use it to set him up as the Herring?” “Exactly. We kill little miss perfect, Christy Lee Spinner, just like the boy in Derek’s story did.” “You can do the disemboweling,” Bethany said, shuddering with disgust. Some things are too much even for hardened serial killers, ya know.