Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Horror

        I don't always revisit a story but when I do, it is always bound to be better. So by all means don't look past this story. It is going to be better than the last.






              Chapter 1: Jack



     "Yeah show us what you got under your dress!" A drunkard yells at a showgirl dancing on the stage as he downs another stought lager. Another person yells out," yeah, show us what you got under those bloomers!" She continues singing and dancing with all the other showgirls, enjoying themselves on stage. The show ends with the last drunk, paying up and calling it a night. The showgirls are in the back, undressing, putting on their normal clothes, and heading home. 


    The last girl, Sylvette Leonis, was the last to leave. She locked up the back entrance and proceeded down the alley, taking a shortcut home. "Such a bitter cold night." She said. "Best not waste time going home." Sylvette hurriedly walks towards her house, further and further away from the bustling city streets on this cold winter night. A sudden noise startles her as it echoes all around her. "what was that?" Sylvette said under her breath. She stops for a few moments to liste, in hopes of hearing the noise echo once again. Silence is all that replies. "Must just be me." She thought to herself as she continued her her brisk walk to her front door. 

       Several seconds later another noise echos from the darkness. "Is that footsteps?" Sylvette whirled around to see a built fellow; his face covered by some sort of garb. This fellow wore a tall top hat, had kind of a limp in his left foot, almost as if from birth. "Can I help you stranger?" Sylvette replies as she stares the fellow through and through. The stranger doesn't answer. "Oh, the strong silent type are we?" Sylvette says seductively as she struts over towards the fellow.

     "My house is several blocks from here if you want some company on such a cold, bitter, winter night. The stranger still doesn't answer. "Ok you want to play it that way do you?" Sylvette says snidely as she stops right in front of the man. "I guess you will miss out then sir." Sylvette says as she turns.         
     "Enjoy the cold." Sylette starts to walk away only to be grabbed by her hair. Se begins to panic; thoughts running rampant. "Why did he grab my hair?" "Who even is this person?" "Is he...is he going to kill me?!?" "Sylvette begins to screem only to be silenced by a quick slice of her throat. She begins to choke on her own blood as she slowly fades away.


 Chapter:2: The Murder Scene





      "Her name was Sylvette." "A young girl no older than 23, she worked at the pub as a showgirl." A voice rambles off as e files a report. "Why; how could someone do this to someone." Another investigator says as he holds back his lunch from spewing all over. It was a truly grotesque slaughter, to be frank, that whoever it was did. 

     The victim was slit at her throat. From there the victim was splayed open, almost like cleaning a fish or animal. The organs were surgically removed by a precise hand. Truth be told,  no blood was spilled anywhere around the scene. The left kidney was removed. "The woman didn't seem to have a struggle at all." Said a third investigator trying to find any way to piece the puzzle together.


       "No worries fellow investigators, the scottish yard is on this job as the queen has ordered us to do so." Said a detective by the name of James Flint. "Oh great, now we got them bastards on the case." Said a investigator to a fellow investigator. Neither of them from the scottish yard. "There is no need for such talk my good fellows." James said. "We will be done quick with this request." Good the sooner you are gone the better." An investigator snidely says.

      James investigates the body closely." "It must have been either a really good murderer or a surgeon." James says as he examines the precise cuts made by what seems to be a steady hand. "No jagged slashing, only a straight, precise cut made with a still hand."  

      "This is no ordinary killer that we are trying to hunt gentleman." James tells the other investigators. "This fellow has been trained to do what he has so descriptively created here for us to find." He is a surgeon of about middle age, heavy handed, and not to bright." James explains to the other investigators. "How do you know this?" The investigators ask in wonderment.