Horror Collection: Serial Killer At Large

By Kenneth Guthrie

Nine short stories about the unluckiest serial killer ever and his often comical killings of Chinese holiday makers, hillbilly murderers, cops, mafia members and even one or two elderly people when the opportunity strikes.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lunatic Ink Publishing
• Release date: Dec 7, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465746436

Kenneth Guthrie

Kenneth Guthrie is a writer of sci-fi, fantasy and crime novels.Profile image credit: Vincent Gerbouin at Pexels.com

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HORROR COLLECTION: SERIAL KILLER AT LARGE

Kenneth Guthrie

Copyright 2011 Lunatic Ink Publishing

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Death At An Apartment

Fish Food

Clown

Taxi Driver

Trouble At The Bank

The Witness

Cop Killer

Hillbilly Killer

Spring Break Bloodbath

DEATH AT AN APARTMENT

SMOKE AND MURDER

The room gave the woman a smoky halo as she leaned up against the bar. He looked on from his seat in the corner of the room as she picked up her little cocktail and took a sip. Her hands were graceful and sensual.

She was his type. The type he liked to kill, but today, unfortunately, he had other targets.

The man sitting next to her wore a big drab black coat in the dimly lit bar. He wasn't out of place in a place like this where upper class workers would come to play after a hard day at the office struggling with the stress of meetings and endless paperwork. He could understand. During his daily life he was a banker.

The man took a drink from his bottle of beer and glanced at the woman who was talking to another young similarly dressed woman to her left. The watcher could already see that there was no chance. This woman was far out of this one's league.

The night went on and customers came in and out. The young woman and her friend left. The man drunk a number of beers before standing up to leave the bar.

The one in the corner stood up as well and picked up his briefcase and coat. Tonight he had brought along some special equipment for tonight's entertainment.

His target left via the entrance and walked down the darkly lit pavement towards the small apartment that the one following knew he lived in.

It was a dark night and the moon was only a slit in the sky as the two men walked slowly down the road. The man he was hunting had had too much to drink and vomited loudly in someone's rubbish box that had been left out for collection the next day.

The follower almost turned about. He wasn't particularly partial to playing with creatures with dirt on them. He hoped the man had kept himself clean while he had gone about emptying his stomach.

The man walked up the stairs of the three story building that housed his apartment. He lived on the second floor between a fat man who never left the house and an office worker who came home only once a week to collect some more clothing before heading off to whatever she did during the day. There was a short period of fumbling with the lock before the man entered the house.

The one waiting in the dark entrance of an unlit apartment stepped out from the dark and walked towards the door. He had come here a week ago to check the lock under the guise of a lock smith. The key he had produced in his garage a few days ago had worked just fine when he had tried it yesterday. It would be fine now.

The door came open easily and the one outside stepped inside. He was wearing a dark colored coat and a cap that said New York on the front of it in white stitching.

The lobby was small and there was only a staircase leading upwards and a small table with some slightly wilted flowers on it that he had seen there a few days ago.

He took the stairs casually and stepped up onto the second floor. He had seen the woman leave a few days ago and he had taken care of the fat man quietly yesterday. No one would miss him and it had appeased his desires slightly.

He walked up to the door and bent down. There was a light on underneath the door. He pulled out a small mirror and levered it under the door. There wasn't anyone in the entrance way, so he pulled the lock picks from his pocket and set his briefcase down.

It was an old lock and so he was able to handle it easily. Most of these old apartments had the same lock from the same maker, so it wasn't so difficult for him.

He took a moment to look at the mirror he had left on the floor and pushed open the door. The lights were on and someone was moving around in the kitchen nosily.

He pulled out the small can of mace he had brought along and snuck forward along the wall. The drunken fool stepped out of the kitchen in front of him and he paused. The man didn't look towards the entranceway. He was ok.

He waited for his target to sit on the couch and stepped into the kitchen. The breaker box was just where the plans had said it would be.

He opened the box quietly and flipped the switch. The lights went out immediately.

There was a rustling in the other room as the man got up drunkenly to investigate the source of the problem. There were a few loud thumps as the man stumbled towards the kitchen.

He stepped inside and collided with the sink noisily. The one who had turned the power off was only a few feet from him as he came over to the stove and reached out to flick the gas on. There was a spark as the stove's igniter cracked with the remaining power in the stove and a fire started to burn on top.

The flames spread a flickering glow over the room as the man turned to the now closed power box.

Behind him the killer snuck forward. A moment went by as the man tried to figure out why the power was off before the one who had