Thriller Killer Novels & Stories

“Killer’s hard to figure out. But you know as well as the rest of us...he’s been watching you like a hawk. I don’t know his backstory, but I know he fucking hates women. Still... he’s interested in you. Don’t ask me why. Hell, don’t ask him why... he probably doesn’t even understand what’s happening to himself.” Wilhelm laughs and nods in agreement. “Beware of the madman,” he jokes. I smack his arm and lean back into the smooth leather, focusing on the next episode of Mindhunter. x-x-x-x-x • Killer • I’ve been pissed off all week, and I keep denying the reason. It’s not because that girl is gone. No way it’s her fault. I’m pissed that those pussy-ass Road Riders had the balls to shoot at my

There was something about him that felt familiar, but she couldn't quite place it. Suddenly, a memory flashed in her mind. Months ago, she had come across a newspaper article about a notorious criminal named Thomas Martinez. He was infamous for his ruthless nature and involvement in various illegal activities. Her heart raced as she realized the man standing before her could be the same Thomas Martinez, wanted by the police for multiple crimes.

He was a murderer, a murderer of women, who before killing he cut a lock of their hair, they were blonde or brown, brown, he did not have a specific taste, The midnight killer, the newspapers began to announce, was on the front page of THE SUN newspaper. A man read with interest what was published in the newspaper, he had on his work table many knives and scalpels, a hacksaw, bottles of chloroform and various substances for the preservation of corpses. He put the diary aside, he needed to be careful, he couldn't raise suspicions, people were terrified, they even believed in vampires and other fantastic creatures, like the fairy Banshee, he laughed to himself.

"Excuse me conductor, you still have not given me my change." "What are you talking about, what change?" He pretended. She pleaded with him severally to give her back the change but the conductor turned into deaf ears. "This is what they do to ladies nowaday, unlucky for him that I am here." A man beside her whispered. He was none other than Jeremy. The town most feared civilian cop. Mostly people didn't recognize him not untill he showed them his real colours. Most of the thugs around have heard about him. Some even planned to kill him severally but their weaked plans were destroyed before they did put it to action. A day earlier a young lady walked to the police station and filed a case. T

I agreed with him, but there were no leads about the killer. Also, I never thought that... that letter was really legit and not a sort of simple threat only, but why would he let her know that he killed them which was too strange for me, but it also made sense, it was his way of scaring her, but that was too much, he's a psycho secret admirer. "He even kills people who hurt her," I thought and I began to be desperate about that killer. I never had this too much stressing case before. He can't just kill people because of his disgusting love.

"One day, it could be you in the crosshairs. Not because of who you are. Because of who I am." She turned. The morning light cut him in two—half the man who'd buried his face in her shoulder last night, half the expressionless killer at the end of the hall. "What? One day you'll shoot me?" The color drained from his face. "I'd sooner put a bullet in my own head." His voice had dropped to something almost inaudible. He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to. Her tears fell. She didn't wipe them. She let him see.

Wait and I will use a cheap knife for killing them. I stood up from the bed and go to my comfort room to pee. It’s already 3:00 am, I realized it’s the devil hour and I got up from a shitty dream. I finished peeing and immediately go to my bed. I roamed my eyes around. Ace is my next target yet I can’t finalize my plan. It was too hard to think of a successful plan how to kill them all. I am running out of ideas. I think I need to watch some suspense, mystery, thriller movies to help me give ideas. It wasn’t my intention to classify horror movies as cheap.

I apologised to him. "It's fine. I understand," he smiled at me. "Why did you say that, anyway? Like maybe he just enjoys killing," I reminded him, curious to know more about it. "I don't know, but from the psychological thriller movies that I've watched, they do stuff like this there. Come to think of it, why do you think all the victims are women and not men?" He said, and I raised my eyebrows. He was right. Ever since this crazy killing, there has never been a single man out of the victims.

"Yes, Vin, and some of our agents were already there to invest. I spotted them on the television." I sigh... if Joni was here she would surely find that whoever the killer was behind that killing. "Vin the victim was been through too much torture," I clench my fist. I was angry as well with people who can just kill like that. "the other day was just a nurse but now it was a therapist. What do you think the killer is? is he a doctor or what?" I grit my teeth, "I don't know for now maybe, who knows, who was that bullshit one thing for sure the authority would hunt him or down."

It made everyone nervous that first week but then we just gradually accepted it and went on with our lives. We had hoped that in doing that, the killer would quickly surface, wanting the attention again, but it was like he had never existed in the first place. Special Agent Flemings did have a theory that the killings may have been a result of a trigger of some sort. Some sort of trauma or upheaval in this individual’s life that caused him to spiral and without it, he had no reason to turn to violence. He said it would have also explained his obsession with me as I probably reminded him of someone in his life related to those triggering events.