Scary Serial Killer Novels & Stories

I hated when people said it was nice to see you again when it was under fucked up circumstances. I did not hold back much information from the detectives "Earlier today my mother, April White, was stabbed multiple times. Thirty-one times to be exact. In upstate New York there is a serial killer known as the Tally Man. He is on the FBI most wanted list. They are looking for a man named Sean Donaldson, but that is just an alias. His real name is Spencer Delrose. He is the son of Big Teddy who is the leader of the gang The Unsainted. Spencer Delrose was the one who knifed my mother down earlier today."

I could barely breathe. His laughter was worse than a nightmare. It crawled beneath my skin and filled me with a terror I never knew. At that moment, I realized exactly what I was to him. A prey; a victim who had wandered into his hunting ground. But I wasn't even a woman. The killer was a man. I was a man. So why the hell did he sound so excited? The viewers in my livestream flooded the chat, telling me to shut down the stream and find somewhere to hide.

I growled. My hostile demeanor made him step back a little in fear. "That --that was what we think it was," he stammered. My face instantly flushed red in anger and impatience. "Look, chief. We spend a rough number of months investigating these serial killings, only to come up with a clause that the killer was a goblin? Chief, the people all over the world were asking for some substantial kind of news! And not the ones that were made out of superstitious beliefs or even scary bedtime stories!" I made a point of saying.

No one knows his secret. Precisely, during this time, a serial killing started to happen. Male and female alike were murdered in gruesome ways, their head messily decapitated, their bodies were mutilated and their corpses were thrown in public space as if the killer himself wanted them to witness his madness. Public awareness skyrocketed as more people were murdered in the same fashion. Police can no longer suppress the news from spreading out. Many speculations arose, and many odd rumors circulating around. Black magic, sacrificial rituals, and psychotic killer are the words that trending in social media. Until Doctor Jackal's name appeared out of nowhere. In the span of two years, 25 peopl

What an idiot! "How was he killed ?" Dylan asked. "I did my little investigation and it turns out that he was found near a forest... He was shredded in pieces... another body was found a little further; one named Scarrow something... he also suffered the same fate! The police said that they're dealing with a serial killer, but between you and me, we know very well what must have happened, right? Slashed body... multiple assaults and injuries... walrus all over the body... Do I have to continue?"

“The most recent victim of the serial killer, turns out she was grand father’s… ugh! She was Mr. Colin’s personal secretary as well.” “Ohh…” That information came unexpectedly and it caught him off guard, leaving him speechless. “All the victims of this serial killer had had a connection with Skyline, mostly as workers which makes…” She laughed, looking at Chester who had a smile on his face and his attention on the road ahead as he drove steadily. “…this sounds crazy even to me but it just makes Skyline our major suspect.”

Just a few hours. The victim's name is Emily. A girl who is sixteen years old. Once participated in a math olympiad competition, but she only managed to become the third place. Found dead in the school toilet with a bloody head. It is suspected that her head hit the sink or someone accidentally hit it. There was a slight crack on the edge of the sink. The girl's neck was streaked with red and bleeding. "Look at her neck," Brian said, "I'm pretty sure she must have been wired to death."

Loud and shrill screams rung in the air as people shouted in utter fear. The group of cats ran hearing the piercing noise and made loud noises in the air. Nathan put the rifle beside him and smirked looking at his aim. The gunshot hit exactly at the target, man’s heart, after all, he was a professional shooter and that too merciless. His task was completed. Putting the rifle back in its case and taking off the ear protection, he picked up the case, and within thirty seconds he was out of the house... He is Nathan Williams, the Scorpion of the underworld. The most dangerous and feared mafia lord of Chicago...

If that was not shocking enough the printed text below intrigues me most, it said: Diagnosis: Has psychotic episodes and delusions that she is a 22 year old serial killer sentenced to death penalty. Conclusion: She is a potential psychopath. Under the file was another page of paper, a more outdated one; It reads: Serine Takahashi, 10 years old, a survivor of the Takahashi Massacre, and was invited to Eldritch Asylum with her mother, Yumiko Takahashi. Scheduled for pre-operative assessment for potential trauma and other medical and health issues.

I had locked eyes with the killer from the very beginning. I knew he was a serial killer, but the thought of Chris—the guy he looked up to—suddenly attacking him and turning into a werewolf, the memory of him just hanging in his room... it must have been traumatizing up to his last breath. I keep my hands from shuddering. But before I could take another step, someone clamped a grip on my elbow. “No.” I tried to pry away from his grasp, but he wouldn't let me go. I looked around, desperately searching for help, but everyone was preoccupied with the case of Chris’s sudden “suicide,” which I knew was a slaughter masked as tragedy.