Here’s a short excerpt from a novel that I’m writing, titled “Calling For Raine”. Feedback is wanted and appreciated.
Her stomach howled with a need for sustenance, waking the young woman from a deep sleep. Even with her eyes still closed, something smelled different than her bedroom…and she remembered.
Unfamiliar white walls screamed at her sore eyes and aching brain.
Remembering was difficult behind the fog of sleep. She was having dinner…and then, nothing.
The attractive blond sat up on the mattress in the center of the drab white room. A box of crackers sat on top of a crate of bottled water next to a wall near the foot of the mattress. Next to the mattress sat an orange milk crate, with an envelope labeled in bold capital letters, “READ ME FIRST”.
Tuesday, June 6, 2017
Miss Kelly Cooper,
I’d like to tell you what a wonderful time that I had on our date. It was unfortunate that you fell asleep so soon. A part of me wanted to have sex with you. Unfortunately, for you, the stronger part of my psyche wanted to kill you.
I do hope that you are comfortable. Well, as comfortable as one would be in a room that will probably be your death chamber.
There is enough food and water to keep you alive for three or four days. I’m sorry that your toilet is a simple bucket, but building a toilet would be an unnecessary expense.
By the time that they find you, alive or dead (I’m really hoping for your death), I will have turned myself in to the authorities.
It’s time for me to stop killing. There comes a time that a person has to leave “The Craft” to the younger generation. That time has come for me. If you die (I did mention that I really hope that you die) you will be my fiftieth victim. You and I will go down in history, together.
In closing, it was a pleasure stalking you, and planning your death, and capturing you. You should be flattered. To kill you, I planned, plotted, and constructed a very efficient killing machine. Yes, the cozy room that you are sitting in is nothing more than a machine that I built. It’s sole purpose is to keep you alive for a few days before it begins to kill you. I promise that you will not suffer. You’ll just go to sleep. Feel fortunate that you were not victims one through forty-nine. They felt the searing pain of a knife in their gut. Or the struggle for air, when I strangled them. You will be the very first person that I killed and didn’t have the opportunity to enjoy the sight of life escaping your body. That part of my career, I will miss. However, I’ll have my memories.
Hopefully you read this letter before you tried to escape. This small cabin has been soundproofed. You can yell all that you want, but no-one is going to hear you. You are alone, and you are going to die alone. Please do not try to escape. Don’t even pull the door handle. The mechanism that I’ve constructed will engage and you will be dead within minutes.
Eat some crackers, drink some water. Just wait. The police may figure it out and save you. Or they may not.
I have some things to do before I go into the next phase of my plan. I’d like to thank you for making yourself available to me. You are not dying in vain. Alongside me, you will be a historic figure. Living forever as the final victim of the Greatest Serial Killer in the history of the United States.
I am flattered that you found me attractive. I think that you would have been a wonderful and caring girlfriend.
Mr. Lawrence Husted