Hidden Evil -----Coming Soon

[JW Thompson]

A serial killer suffers from Antisocial Personality Disorder and appears normal or charming, sometimes referred to as the "Mask of Sanity." Sometimes there is a sexual element to the murders and they may have a commonality such as gender, occupation, appearances, race, etc. The term serial killer was coined in the 1970s due to cases such as Ted Bundy and David Berkowitz. According to an FBI Behavioral Unit study 85% of the world's serial killers are in America. At any given time 20 - 50 unidentified active serial killers are at work continually changing their targets and methods. "Hidden Evil" is a fictional story of one of them.


Sample below


Not far from the quite little town of Pleasant, Ohio there was a strange predator carrying its prey deep into the woods. It moved silently across the dry leaves that covered the paths. The only people to see this beast never lived to tell anyone. The predator was not native to this area or any area really, because the world is its hunting grounds and no one was safe.
It was twilight, a time when animals scurry to the safety of their dens. Only the rustle of their paws on the dry leaves and their chatter broke the silence of the forest. Everything appeared quite normal. The squirrels chattered and rabbits thumped to their dens, the birds were now getting snug in their nests, all of this before the night predators came out to hunt.
The normal predators of this forest were foxes and snakes, and the rare bobcat, but tonight there is a very different kind of predator in the forest. This one did not wait until dark to start hunting; it already had its prey and was ready to begin feeding. The moon was rising and shining light into the small clearing deep within the forest. As darkness set in, the silence quickly took over the deep woods.
It was the scream, carried on the gentle breezes that filtered throughout the darkness that startled the animals. For this deep in the woods, they were the only things around to hear it. Even if someone was around to hear it, the sound was unlike anything heard before. It was a scream, which would have turned a man’s blood cold. People make legends from such sounds. Could it have been from a Banshee? No one could mistake it; it was a sound of death.
The sound came out of the small clearing, from a small woman hanging by her tied hands from a tree limb. She had just awoken from her drugged stupor, to stare into the eyes of the predator. She did not waste any time pleading for her life, because she knew from looking at him, that he was pure evil. He approached her naked body, hanging there as she kicked and screamed.
Fire danced in his eyes, as he approached her. His clothes, neatly stacked near another tree, he closed the distance slowly between them. In his right hand, he carried a small pair of bolt cutters and in his left a large hunting knife. Her screams would go on for hours and he enjoyed his feast. He fed from her terror.