Death Lurked like an Assassin in the Shadows


51 women dead and gone. 51 dead and gone. He would murder one woman a week for the entire year. It was a serial killer's dream, and he was a serial killer. Number 52 was elusive, but if he tried and tried, over and over again, he would finally succeed.

Janet Crespo was walking home late from work. She was the closing shift manager at White's diner over on Boston Avenue. It was too late to catch the bus and taxi cabs were too expensive, so she did the next best thing, walk.

For a moment, he thought he was going to quickly win his final triumph for the year. There she was, number 52, waiting to be served. The street lights above the street were busted and some were just flickering on and off most of the way as she was being watched coming in and out of the darkness.

The taste for death really filled his soul. That made the desire to kill grow stronger. His mind started to burn and his eyes glared. He could almost taste death as he stalked.

The shadows were beginning to chase the moonlight away from the sides of the buildings giving him the cover he needed. The growl of truck engines could be heard coming from the highway's overpass. Number 52 would be a story book murder, and he would make it memorable.

A small light blue pick up truck pulled along side of Janet Crespo, and he didn't even hear it coming.

“Don't bother her,” he whispered. “Don't bother her.”

He used every ounce of his will, but he could not control that pick up truck. He'd have to wait until she rejected him, and he knew she would.

“Hurry up,” he growled.

He had to kill, his mind had grown strong with the act of violence and he wanted to exercise that act. He wanted so bad for the evil within to triumph. He stepped back into the shadows and waited for the rejection.

“Mind over matter,” he whispered. “Mind over matter.”

In order to keep the killing juices running through his veins, he had to play out the murder in his head. She would be lying on her back in the alley, head toward the fire escapes, feet toward the street. He would start the knife attack directly from above while sitting on her waist, straddling her like a horse. His wayward thrusts damaging her pink skin. He would strike her face so hard that the blade from the kitchen knife would shatter as it hit the asphalt coming through her skull. The splintering and mutilation of the muscles and skull would send him to an evil ecstasy.

When they find her body, the medical examiners would notice the series of vertical and jagged scratches, fresh damage that would have been consistent with the downward thrusts of a sharp kitchen knife.

From nearby, the first moment of the attack, he knew he was going to hear spirits scream. The dark sky was overcast, and there was a bone chilling wind that blew relentlessly. The night sky was angry because it knew what was coming.

Death looked like an assassin in the shadows.

“Yeah it is cold,” Janet said to the driver.

She got into the small pick up truck and they drove away.

A ghost pushes his face closer to the serial killer's ear and drops his voice to a little more than a whisper. “Not this time you motherfucker.......”

© 2015 Frank Atanacio

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KaylaTaylor 15 months ago from Houston, Texas

Chilling! Excellent writing style.


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Frank Atanacio 15 months ago from Shelton Author

thank you Kayla


Smilealot 15 months ago

That was one lucky escape..this time it was only being played out in his mind. Nicely done Frank :-)


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Frank Atanacio 15 months ago from Shelton Author

thank you smilealot and good to see you


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mckbirdbks 15 months ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

Hello Frank, well this certainly is a spine tingling story. It has offset the inspirational hubs that I happened to read this morning. The setting was ripe, the colorless night dragged us down the street, and Mr. 52 well, there are more stories there.


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Frank Atanacio 15 months ago from Shelton Author

MCK, thank you so much :)


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Faith Reaper 15 months ago from southern USA

What a terrific title for this most horrifically graphic tale of horror! This one certainly brought the chills, thrills and terror. Man, he is on a rampage. Happy for this one to escape the wrath of that psycho! The blue truck symbolizes safety to me. Your very descriptive words of the knife going through the other's skull made my sinus headache ache even more : )

I'm checking under my bed now, and then getting an icepack for my head. That means you were successful here in your writing of this creepy tale of horror.

Blessings, dear Frank


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Frank Atanacio 15 months ago from Shelton Author

sorry bout the sinus head ache.. I do hope it gets better soon Faith oh Faith and bless you for putting up with such violence..:)


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always exploring 15 months ago from Southern Illinois

Thank goodness for that ghost! Chilling read. When will he get his 52? I know I must wait, until then keep writing! You excel in this genre. Brovo!!!


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Frank Atanacio 15 months ago from Shelton Author

thanks for stopping by always exploring :)


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CrisSp 15 months ago from Sky Is The Limit Adventure

This leaves your reader asking for more...:)


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billybuc 15 months ago from Olympia, WA

Was the ghost a former killing? I imagine it was....the potential #52 should send a gift to that ghost. :)


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Frank Atanacio 15 months ago from Shelton Author

thank you CriSp and Billy for reading my short.. bless you both :)


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clivewilliams 15 months ago from Nibiru

janet crespo is one lucky lady.............but we will get her next time. Nice frank, dark and nice


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Frank Atanacio 15 months ago from Shelton Author

thanks clive :)


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cat on a soapbox 15 months ago from Los Angeles

Good characterization, Frank! I could REALLY feel his rage and his need to kill. Like Bill, I also thought the whispering ghost was that of an earlier victim. Chilling story!


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MsDora 15 months ago from The Caribbean

A happy surprise ending this time, but only after you have walked us through "the valley of the shadow of death." What a relief!


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AudreyHowitt 15 months ago from California

This is one of your best Frank! There are more stories here---just waiting for your pen


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Frank Atanacio 15 months ago from Shelton Author

cat, msdora and audrey.. thank you guys so much for reading my story. bless you all :)


Denny Martin 15 months ago

You know, this short story should have a rated R button. The description of how he was going to murder her was very graphic, perhaps too graphic, other then that I was very entertained. ( He would strike her face so hard that the blade from the kitchen knife would shatter as it hit the asphalt coming through her skull. The splintering and mutilation of the muscles and skull would send him to an evil ecstasy. )


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Frank Atanacio 15 months ago from Shelton Author

Perhaps Denny, perhaps... but thank you for reading


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Frank Atanacio 15 months ago from Shelton Author

Denny you are right based on the modererator's review advertising has been disabled :(


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FlourishAnyway 15 months ago from USA

What a messed up evil sicko. Thank goodness for ghostly intervention. Your writing made me feel like I was right there.


Denny Martin 15 months ago

the story is good, one sick son of a bitch murdering women, and the last one of the year gets away because someone felt bad for her as she was walking in the cold. I don't know where folks on here get ghost intervention, don't know what the hell they're reading, no disrespect, just saying. I didnt mean to be right, but the words were harsh. Denny


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Dana Tate 15 months ago from LOS ANGELES

Excellent and chilling! It reminds me of my favorite show criminal minds.


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Frank Atanacio 15 months ago from Shelton Author

thanks you Flourish, Denny again, and Dana Tate for reading my shorts


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BlossomSB 15 months ago from Victoria, Australia

So well written - and scary!


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Genna East 15 months ago from Massachusetts, USA

Chilling...just chilling. Your opening paragraph draws us in, and holds us through the thoughts and vision of this psychopath, hoping for some reprieve for Janet. We sigh in relief as Janet gets into the pickup (hopefully a friend), and hear the ghost of his previous victim... "not this time..." Excellent writing, Frank. One of your best.


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Frank Atanacio 15 months ago from Shelton Author

thank you Blossoms.. and thank you too Genna East for your comment and your read...bless you guys


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anemixflarie 15 months ago

wow Frank!! as always good writing! I really liked the ending! :)


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Frank Atanacio 15 months ago from Shelton Author

thanks anemixfliare


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tillsontitan 15 months ago from New York

You had us hanging on Frank...will she or won't she? How good to see death cheated and a killer thwarted. Like all your stories, loved this one!


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Frank Atanacio 15 months ago from Shelton Author

LOL, thanks again Till... bless you


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savvydating 14 months ago

Frank, you are a mystery. An unusually disturbing story. I am glad that at least one woman escaped....

Well, at least, we hope she did.


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Frank Atanacio 14 months ago from Shelton Author

thank you savvydating..:)


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Missy Smith 14 months ago from Florida

Haha...I loved the end! This was so intense reading it. I'm telling you Frank, I really believe you captured what a sicko serial killer thinks and feels; the ecstasy of the kill. I mean I really believe that is how they feel. It's so sick and deranged.

This story could be made into a movie, and you know what part I would want if I was an actor in it? That ghost at the end that whispers into his ear those words of defeat. ;)


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Frank Atanacio 14 months ago from Shelton Author

LOL, oh Missy..:) thank you for the comment


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Nell Rose 14 months ago from England

Scary stuff! I love the way she slipped through his murdering fingertips, but then again, maybe the driver of the truck was another murderer! she was damned if she did, and damned if she didn't...lol! great story!


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Frank Atanacio 14 months ago from Shelton Author

thanks Nell Rose


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annart 14 months ago from SW England

I like the ghost; a voice from a past victim, I presumed. About time one of them got back at him. Nice touch, Frank.

We were there on that road, with both potential victim and perpetrator.

Ann


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Frank Atanacio 14 months ago from Shelton Author

thanks again annart, bless you


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B. Leekley 13 months ago from Kalamazoo, Michigan, USA

I liked it.


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Frank Atanacio 13 months ago from Shelton Author

thank you Ill stop over and return the favor B. Leekley :)

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