Scary Serial Killer Novels & Stories

I laughed again. “Glad you think so,” I said, pleasantly. “What was the hardest job you had?” Bob asked. He seemed genuinely interested in my past. I thought a minute. “I’m not sure of how much of the outside world news you guys hear, but there was a serial killer a few years ago that they called the ‘Rest Stop Killer’. It was a guy who would wait in the bathrooms at rest stops on the interstate. He would lie in wait until he found the perfect victim and then kill them. He would take out their hearts and then leave the body in the bathroom.” Bob nodded. He was eating this story up.

" But inside, my feelings were a tangled mess. Sure, I was scared, but under the fear, there was this strange rush of pleasure. Fred was dead. The guy who'd laughed at me… was dead. And the way he died—his mouth torn into a grotesque smile—was just like the smirk he wore when he was watching my humiliation. There was no way that was a coincidence. Absolutely no way. "Do you think the killer's gonna keep going?" someone whispered. "Probably. It's starting to look like a serial killer." "Doesn't that mean we're all in danger?" "I don't know, but we should all be extra careful for the next few days. Don't walk around alone at night." I lowered my head and pretended to read as I listened to them

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Matt rolled his eyes Aaron his sister “ I’m in the double digits now” Sylvia spoke up and told her children to settle down and finish breakfast. Stacy sat down and gulped her juice down before reminding her parents, “Mom, Dad don’t forget I have my first babysitting job tonight for the McKenzie’s a block over so I will be late coming home tonight. Sylvia’s face instantly became worried as she thought about the recent events that had been happening in a town not far from them. Sylvia looked at Stacy with worry in her eyes “I really wish you would do something besides babysitting. It just isn’t safe right now with the murders that have happened in the last 6 months. “Oh Mom” Stacy huffed “Stop

She stepped forward and said angrily, "What are you doing? Why are you breaking into our house?" "What are we doing? You must be Maison, then. Cooperate with us, and we'll take no action. Don't cooperate with us, and we'll do whatever we want. "Let me introduce myself; my name is Scar Cuddy. Yes, Scar. Like scars from a knife wound. I've killed around ten people. I hope you won't be my next victim." Scar looked fierce, and his words sounded terrifying. Most importantly, he terrified Maison. She felt nervous.

They feared the Pale Scholar like nothing before. It was brutal and gory! The Pale Scholar, as his name suggested, looked pale and quiet, but his methods were as cold as a serial killer. He did not even flinch when he killed the man. Everyone was shocked by his method. The dignitaries were horrified. The Pale Scholar looked horrifying as if he was a ghost that everyone was afraid of. Swoosh! Spoof! Splat! The Pale Scholar shuttled around the hitmen like a ghost, reaping their lives at a lightning-fast speed.

Ivory explained. "I understand, momma and you're right. Majority of serial killers are white men and anyone can be one. I mean, look at Ted Bundy. He didn't have a rough life. He wasn't abused, or had a difficult time in school and yet he killed thirty women. The fact you were so close to something similar is an understandable fear right now. I mean, right now there's a woman going missing and being found dead in our little town. But you need to moderate your fear." "Moderate it? What do you mean?" Ivory asked.

she smelled of cigarettes. "Gary, Is a serial killer, an assassinator. You can't stay sweetie, he will definitely kill you someday." She smirked at how pale my face goes before stridiy away. I stare at her for a full moment, dazed. Shakily I drop the glass on the table and slide down the stool. My heart is pounding erratically and I feel drowsy already I push my way through the crowd and finally stop at the balcony at the far end of the hall. My eyes goes blurry and I hug myself. Gary, a serial killer and an asassinator?.

I heard him shout that’s why with all my might, I began running and running but then I saw him. Outrage, he stands there, holding the knife like he is going to kill me, right now. I am not afraid to die, but I do not need to die now. I began running again but then suddenly everything went black. “Good morning citizens, the infamous serial killer who drains the blood of his victim and harvest all of their organs of his 10 victims have been captured this morning says police report”

"He has died at the hands of The God of Torture!" The prisoner gaped at him in utter shock and horror. He has heard of the serial killer on the news for months now. He was truely scared shitless of that guy! I'm most likely going to die tonight!