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Nick PT Barnum's Serial Killer

Updated on January 27, 2017

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Nick PT Barnum was getting closer and he knew that, but he had a powerful drive. It was almost like an addiction. He had to kill. It’s just what he did. He turned to face his victim and he felt like the judge, jury and executioner. It made him feel like he was ridding the earth of these women who should have been turned into pillars of salt. His heart stirred. He picked up her small handbag and scrounged inside.

A Connecticut State license revealed her name. Marlene Costa. She lived over on East Main Street near the Dairy Queen.

He grinned at his unconscious captive, then hoisted her over his shoulder and headed for the meat hook that hung suspended from the crossbeam in the corner of his basement. Once there, he turned her body to face him, and lining her up with the hook near the third and fourth rib, he pressed her body against the tip of the hook. The steel hook pierced the lungs on its way to the heart, which entered at the left ventricle. A body spasm was present as it rocked the hostage. Her lungs were filling up with fluids, and she began to gurgle. The blood splattered on his new shirt and it disturbed him. He unbuttoned his shirt, removed it, and tossed it into a slop sink, which he had filled with warm water and a squirt of bleach. Clorox to be exact.

He positioned a bucket under her feet to catch the remaining blood. How ashen white she had become, almost as if the innocense had returned to her body. The purity that God had intended for her had returned.

Once bloodless, he unhooked her and loaded her onto a work bench, where the surrounding work tools gave off an oily smell.

He grabbed the boning knife and he knew that it was going to be pitiless to her muscles, hacking away tendons without scoring the bone.

Cursed by what his mother had done to him, he grabbed a cleaver and pressed the top portion under his chin and closed his eyes. It was as if he started a prayer under his breath.

After decapitation, he lifted her head toward the ceiling and mumbled inaudible words. He then dropped the head to the floor and started with the hands and feet.

He had eliminated another street walker. He had cleaned up his side of the street and that made him feel good.

© 2011 Frank Atanacio


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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      thank you Deal for stoppiong by :)

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      Sam Deal 3 years ago from Earth

      Wow, he cleaned up the street walker, so he's really a street cleaner then~

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      Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton

      thank you Cyndi10 and thank you too thelyricwriter always good to see you two :)

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      Richard Ricky Hale 4 years ago from West Virginia

      Frank, I saw this on the board, I thought I read all of them from your PT Barnum series. I guess not. Awesome writing pal, one of the best on HP!!

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      Cynthia B Turner 4 years ago from Georgia

      Awesome, gruesome writing! You know how to keep us horrified. Well done!

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      Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton

      thanks so much Vin :)

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      Vinaya Ghimire 4 years ago from Nepal

      Frank, I have read Nick Barnum stories, and I'm always fascinated by your amazing storytelling. You have a crisp style, but give adrenaline rush to the audience.

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      Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton

      lol thanks sen sush :)

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      Sushmita 5 years ago from Kolkata, India

      Very interesting..but just when I grew thirsty for more, you severed the line...bad! Why don't you give a little more to chew on before the next section comes in...:)

      Voted up.

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      Frank Atanacio 5 years ago from Shelton

      thanks so much for the vote of confidence in my writing Ttoombs Bless you

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      Terrye Toombs 5 years ago from Somewhere between Heaven and Hell without a road map.

      Frank, your writing and style in this series is gripping and gritty. You suck the reader in and leave them wanting more. Awesome job! :) VUMS!

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      Frank Atanacio 5 years ago from Shelton

      again thank you for finding Nick here on Hub :) Bless you

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      Theresa Ast 5 years ago from Atlanta, Georgia

      Oh, my. I may be developing a taste for this after all. These short sections leave you wanting to know the larger story...but then you knew they would, didn't you. :) Clever and effective.