Obsessed With True Crime 소설 & 이야기

I had noticed this the night I went to her house, she was driving me crazy that I couldn’t get enough of her and I had even ended up telling her that she was the best woman I have ever had. Even though I told myself she wasn’t that kind of woman that would use my obsession over her body to get at me, I was still afraid that she would which was why I promised myself that morning when I was leaving that I won’t give her the opportunity to even use it at me. I had started ignoring her from that day, waiting for the day that she would come threatening to expose everything if I don’t give her some amount of cash. I was ready to give her any amount she mentioned and fire her but still get my money

I had one purpose, and one goal in my mind right now. A thought that took over me and consumed my being. This woman beneath me must die, right now and in front of everyone. Giovanni was right. I’m a monster, a beast who enjoys hurting people. I relish in the smell of blood and its color drenching me. I love watching the light fade from my victims’ eyes and it makes me shudder with joy. I’m a monster, the same as the man I love.

He smelled like musk and forest and yum. Of course, nothing spelled romance like true crime documentaries. I figured Grey assumed when I had eagerly scooped up the remote, I would stream a romance movie, and not the latest release of a grisly double murder in a small town where no one saw it coming and everyone knew their neighbors. Or at least thought they did.

He was obsessed with her and any obsession is dangerous. • • • • • •

And for a second, I let myself sink into it. “I hate that it hurts this much,” I mumbled against his chest. “I know.” “I hate that he lied. That I believed him so easily.” He didn’t say anything to that. Maybe he didn’t have an answer. Or maybe he just knew there wasn’t one I wanted to hear. After a while, he pulled back a little. “You’re really serious about this case, huh?” I nodded. “I can’t stop. It’s like this itch in my brain. The more I uncover, the more I need to know. I don’t know why I’m so obsessed, but I am.”

Damn, I didn't ask to play! I am stashed behind the kitchen curtains, and I watch the show, and I like what I see. A beautiful woman that beauty has not left by the side of the road. She is wearing a yellow dress. Excess of coquetry? Need to be seen and admired over and over again? It seems like it is working just fine. I see her. She reminds me of femininity, and chills run through down my spine without being able to refrain them. They go too fast for me, just like my thoughts. I find it hard to focus on anything other than this woman. I do not know her. She doesn't see me from the top of the third floor, and yet I spy on her like a teenager would observe a classmate from the corner of his

What if this was all a trick? "Miss Hailey, right?" One of the interviewers asked. "Yes" "Please kindly fill in the information and hand over your files, we need to take a look at it" "Sure" Hailey hands over her files to them and fills in the necessary information she was to fill. The interviewers sighed softly after reading her files, they both looked at themselves and did the eye contact thing. "Congratulations, Miss Hailey. You passed the interview" "Oh my goodness!" Hailey was close to crying. As much as she was excited that she got the job, she was also curious as to how she was invited for the interview. There's no way she could have gotten the job amidst the crowds outside waiting.

Heather said and Jane sprayed a big sheet of paper on the table and dropped a pen on it. “What’s this for Jane?” “It’s for Miss Heather” Jane said and turned to Heather. “Write down the names of your suspects on the sheet let’s start” “Oh my God Jane, when did you become a reporter?” Sophia sighed. “Or a cop instead?” “Whatever. Just don’t get too attached to this before the stalker turns to you and start stalking you too” “Come on Mom, this is gonna be fun” “Shut the fuck up Jane. Not everything is fun okay? Fucking teenagers and their stupid fun life” Sophia bawled and hissed loudly.

“Why do you think your stalker is doing this? What's in it for harassing you?” I had asked myself that question a million times. "Destroy my life," I replied. “Who would be interested in destroying your life?” “Fernando.” Paola gave Fernando one more point. “Who came into your life before the bullying started?” “Ezra.” “Do you know someone who is obsessed with your physique?” I forced my mind to think and achieved nothing. "No one that I know of," I commented. “Are you sure it's a man?” “I don't know, I can't be sure of anything but I don't think it's a woman. I have no enemy.”

I was no longer crying myself to sleep every fucking night. I felt renewed like a baby. Was it because of.... I didn't give myself the chance to answer that bedevilling question as I quickly occupied my mind with satisfying my insatiable hunger at the moment. I happily walked downstairs like a dog with two tails. Leonardo sat on one of the sofa's, his eyes glued to the large tv screen. An investigative murder documentary was displayed on the screen. I huffed slightly. I am not surprised truly. The killer watches how to get away with murder.