Humpty Dumpty Killer Novels & Stories

Danny huffs angrily, I could hear him falling into step behind me. I don’t answer and instead continue trudging down the path. Danny huffs behind me. “What the fuck is that?” I hear Danny mutter, more to himself than me. My brows furrowed, and I squint. There’s a half-naked man whose body was shaking from head to toe near the entrance. His eyes widen like saucers before something jumps at him. A second later he drops on his knees. The life in his eyes fade out slowly while he was trying to stop the blood from flowing. But I bet the killer and himself knew it was too late for that.

Baines scoffed, “Of course, you'll say that. If you called just to plead your innocence, I suggest you hand yourselves in. If you're truly innocent, our capable justice system will prove it.” “As much as we'd like to listen to you,” Jo said with a tut, “You know why we can't.” “I don't know any such thing.” Baines said, “If you have nothing to say, I think I'll hang up now.” “Come on, sir.” Ash said, “We called you to tell you the real killer is a man called Hatter.” “A phantom.” Baines said. “No longer. We know his identity.” Jo said. “I'm listening.” Baines said.

The gun followed. The councilman stood near the back door. Tyler was lodged just in the open doorway, flat on his back, his entire body boneless and lax. Was he passed out? Had Primpton hit him on the head? Drugged him? Not two feet away, Hunter lay on the floor, blood pooling under a bullet wound in his shoulder. The red puddle seeped across the floor, spreading across the blue T-shirt that stretched across his wide chest. Fear gripped her throat, choked her. Dear God, she’d always known Primpton was whacked, but a murderer? He’d truly come here to kill, and she was at the top of his hit list.

As he did, his expression darkened, consumed by thoughts of who could have bestowed the gold nugget upon Nora. He pondered Nora's assertion that the nugget was a token for her meals, but doubts lingered. The timing was unsettling. On the very same night, Penny and Terry were killed, while Nora was rewarded with a gold nugget. This stark contrast fueled Hunter's suspicion that the same person was responsible for both events. He realized he was at the center of it all. Examining the nugget once more, Hunter confirmed its origin, freshly unearthed from a tomb. Its connection to the Sanders family seemed undeniable—the mysterious benefactor had to be related to them.

I go to my seat and put my bag there. “You asshole! How could you think of something like that? We are family here! We are not just classmates but a family. No one can be a killer to us. I know we are not too good but killing someone? Heck, we cherish each other here, Clark! Open your mind and stop thinking that one of us is a killer! Think, dude. One last time that I will hear you are thinking like that, I will punch you until you vomit blood,” Ace said madly.

I stared at him for what felt like days, before my suspicions were cleared as the Loudspeakers turned on. "Attention all Contestants. A body has been found in the bathrooms. Please meet there now. Once everyone has gathered, the investigation will officially begin, so please make your way there quickly." ... ... "What the HELL?!" Poppy cried out, stumbling back after realizing that Jambo had been killed. I moved back as well, staring at his body, trying to figure out how the hell this could have happened. One of us was murdered again. One of us had murdered again.

"The body was gone." Nobody spoke. Nobody breathed. Even the rain outside seemed quieter. "The body was gone," Adrian repeated. "Victor was gone too." Quinn stared. "What about Mark?" Adrian swallowed. "Mark was still there." The room froze, because that changed everything. For years Adrian had believed Mark died. But according to his own memory, Mark survived. Victor survived. The body disappeared. And somebody removed every trace of what happened. Then Damian suddenly spoke. "What if that's why the killer is targeting everyone now?"

And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter route which would release them from the suffering they were subject to, and they go for it. ‘While executing the shortcut, some of them fumble,’ continued the inspector. ‘Why? Simple ... they fumble because they are amateurs! Some are so overwhelmed by their success, they end up doing crazy things. Husband murders wife but wants to kiss her one last time allowing the servant to spot him. Son murders father, and instead of running away, he starts looking for his father’s pen. Why? He wants to have a souvenir of the bad times. His sister walks in, and then he has no place to hide. These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloo

She loved the man as much as she loved Emily, with whom she had lived for so many years. Drrt drrt The vibrating phone on her nightstand brought Hazel out of her long daydream about Calvin. Don't know where the man is now, she just hopes that she can still meet the man in good health, without injuries, and alive. "Yes, what is up?" "The Duffal family murderer has been found." Instantly Hazel's face turned pale. Calvin has been found! Oh lord, please no! Hazel felt like crying right now because she wasn't ready to see Calvin tried as a defendant, while the real killer was still out there roaming free.

He could barely stay conscious as drowsiness slowly drowned his system. The killer was obviously possessed by some kind of demonic powers because he was on his feet within a few seconds. The monster charged at Muhammad. Muhammad’s last effort was set in motion as he quickly took a fighting stance and aimed a high kick at his approaching assailant. Muhammad’s leg collided with the back of his assailant’s left ear. The killer crashed into the plasma television on the wall of the sitting room and went down flat on his belly as the plasma television dropped on his back.