Serial Killer Details
Anna Reynolds was sexually assaulted and strangled, and it is believed she was murdered by the same man who has killed six other young girls in the Bridgeport area in the past eight months...stay tuned for more information.
After a quick argument with her mother, the young girl slammed the door behind her, bound down the steps, and ran past the hedges onto the sidewalk. She looked up and down the street, but didn’t see the school bus she was expecting. She paced back and forth. Her thoughts were of her mother. She had yelled at her in front of her friends the other day and embarrassed her. That argument carried over until the next morning. She just couldn’t get it out of her head.
A dark stranger saw the girl. He had to blink twice. He couldn’t believe his luck. There she was, right out in the open. He could tell by her actions that she was waiting for a ride. He thought about it for a moment, and realized she was just ripe for the picking. After a couple of minutes of hesitation, he seized the moment and acted.
He waited until she turned her back on him and then eased the car slowly and made his way down the street. As he pulled up next to her, he rolled down the window and smiled. He would follow her lead.
"What do you want?" she asked, visibly puzzled.
"My son goes to your school," he started. "But I don’t know where it is. You see we just moved here from Maine, and the bus picked him up and the school called me and told me that he is sick. I had to call out from work to go get him, but..."
She smiled. " You don’t know where the school is?"
"No, it could happen."
"Can you give me directions?"
"Oh sure, wait..."
He grinned sheepishly.
"I missed the bus, can you give me a ride there?"
"My car is a mess," he said. "But if you don’t mind the mess, sure."
"Hey you should see my dad’s car."
He smiled. "Hop in."
He was a nice-looking man in a tailored suit. She decided that he looked like the worried father type. So she got in.
"I’m Robert Wilson," he said, as he stuck out his hand.
"Anna," said the young girl as she shook it.
The dark stranger eased the car away from the curb and stopped at the corner. He turned to face his prize. "Anna, I dropped my cell phone, and I think it slid behind your seat. Could you reach around and grab it for me?"
"Sure, Mr. Wilson," she said, bending her body away from him.
With a rag soaked in Halothane, the dark stranger smothered the girl’s face. Anna quickly succumbed to the powerful elixir, and a gleeful dark stranger now had a new toy to play with.
© 2011 Frank Atanacio
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