Scary Serial Killer Novels & Stories

he said mockingly as I stared confused at him. He sat down on a wooden stool opposite me while staring intently at me. "Tell me what you are still doing with that serial killer?" He asked as though he was whispering. "Serial killer?" I couldn't stop myself from asking. "Oh he didn't tell you, Richard Wilson, your so called boyfriend is a serial killer, he is more dangerous than the devil itself" he said with a mocking smile as I shook my head not accepting any of his word. "You are lying, Richard is not that bad, you are lying, I don't want to listen to you" I said not allowing his words to get to me as he suddenly drifted into a wide laughter.

“Do you think anyone in his church, community or his family thought he was capable of binding woman up, torturing them being ultimately killing them?” “Probably not.” “So, people who kill are experts at hiding their kills or habits?” “Yes.” “Did you know that most serial killers in America actually have a very high IQ.” “I did. As do most scientist.” “Scientist don’t kill people. Did you know they only caught BTK after he wrote a letter to the press about starting up his fantasy again?” “Yes.” “So why is Hailey reappeared?”

“What the hell was that?” Scott asked as he and Jo turned from the sound the scream had come from and made eye contact with one another. “It was Cass--but I don’t know why she’s screaming,” Jo said. She took another glance at Ryker and saw that he seemed to be recovering from the cuts in his arm and the pain from the Transformation serum. She started heading in the direction that the scream had come from as she asked both Cass and Zane, “What’s going on?” over the IAC.

Soon the man stood up and walked away from her, giving her a slight wave of relief. “I don’t think I’m kidnapped,” she thought to herself. Soon an old rug from afar caught her sight. She then remembered the news a week ago. **There’s a serial killer on the loose. His victims are female around their 20-30s. He tortures, rapes and kills them, covers their bodies in an old rug and throws their bodies in the ravine.**

So I went in ,how I'm I gonna move around, everything is fucking dark until I heard a feminine scream " ahhhhhhh who the freaking fruck are you " Yeah that old woman doesn't like saying the 'F' word. I hurriedly looked for my phone In my pocket. I turned in the flash light and reduced the brightness to the lowest so the killer wont sense it. I tip toed up the stairs when I got to the room I was hearing sound from I increased my phone light and blocked the rays with my hands. I opened the door and pointed the light and the killer tried fleeing through the window but I shot him . The bullet went past his neck and before he went down the window he showed his neck that I shot and it healed Insta

“that’s the evidence that we gathered in the crime scene and we’re thinking that the one who did this is the serial killer at loose right now. The suspect has been killing people in the same way for the past two years now and we still haven’t caught him.” “wait, but why is my sister included to his victims? Do I know this person?” “The suspect is a male, and he kills mostly celebrities that he hates… and we’re assuming your ssiter is part of the person he hates.” I gulp, I didn’t know that this just gets worst. I though my crazy stalker is the worst but I guess not. “We’re asking for your cooperation for this matter. Would you?”

Chapter Four Haunting Murders Deep in thought, he scanned the pictures of the unsolved murders. Gruesome pictures from a sick minded killer who had posed them were scattered all over his desk. Thomas knew that there always was a pattern for serial killers. Same age, sex or even hair color. But nothing was the same.

soldiers never died. Some were agents skilled in disguise, others were forensic specialists who could fake a corpse. The gory crime scenes were nothing more than Hollywood-grade special effects. Except for Enzo. He knew he had a terminal illness and was living on borrowed time. He used his last breath to stage that gruesome suicide in front of the whole world, just to push public fear and outrage to its peak. As for Dr. Sterling, the psychologist who jumped into the lake. He was the father of one of the kidnapped boys, and the architect of this psychological warfare.

The young girl had died instantly, with her skull blown all over Serena's body. Serena had to go through years of therapy to finally get over that nightmare. She'd only been seven years old at the time. An additional tragedy occurred when an innocent guy was wrongfully accused of being a serial killer who was attempting to run and was shot dead on the spot before his pregnant wife and their daughter, who was two years old at the time.

He couldn’t be called her Father but he was a great teacher who taught her to stay alive and not die into nothingness. “I saw my family’s death, obviously. What else could terrify me.” Azen said, crossing his legs and drinking some water. “I lost everyone.” Randall said coldly, not lifting his eyes from the ground, gritting his teeth. “I saw our elder sister killing Juniper.” Ahlum said which staggered Juniper to hear what nightmare she saw. “What kind of sick fear is it?” Vera asked in disgust. “She is a serial killer, that’s why. Did I ask about yours?” Ahlum replied coldly, glaring at Vera to shut her mouth and not question her fear.