Don't Make A Sound

By Kasey Edwards

We follow Robert, aka slicer - America's most notorious serial killer, and his family as they take us on a bloody ride. We listen to him tell his story, with many twists and turns, how they think when they kill their victims one by one, and all of this with the FBI hot on their tails. Until he comes to a crossroads that is; Is this really a mental thing ? or, is it something more sinister causing them to kill over and over again? If you love horror books for adults then this is the perfect one for you.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kasey Edwards
• Release date: May 31, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370111794

Kasey Edwards

I'm an African American Author, born on September 30,1983 in the (star city) Roanoke, Va. I'm a single dad with two sons and a daughter. I enjoy writing books, and spending time with family and friends.

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Thank you fans get ready for some real horror!

Don't Make a Sound

by Kasey Edwards

Explicit warning: contains strong language and some adult situations

I love using different knives, it's the perfect tools to cut deep into flesh. There's nothing like seeing skin being cut open and blood pouring out, as my victim screams in pain and fear for their life.

Let me tell you about Karen Stone, she was short, pretty face, long brown hair, showing off her sexy thighs in that mini skirt she was wearing. She was my first victim. The police never found her body, and they never will. I remember seeing that pretty young thing at Walmart one rainy night. I sat in that parking lot for what seemed like forever waiting for the right moment to snatch someone up. She came out, walked to her car and started unloading bags into her trunk. I slowly pulled up in my black van with tinted windows, looking around to make sure no one was watching or paying attention. Sure, no one could see my face, I put on a ski mask. I think she had dropped her keys when she was unlocking her door to get in, lucky for me. That's when I came up behind her, opened up my side door and grabbed her from behind.

Don't make a damn sound or I'll kill you right here, I told her, covering her mouth.

I pulled her into the van, duct taped her mouth, and tied her hands up behind her back real quick. I sat her up in the front seat with me for company and then we made our way back to my playhouse, just an abandoned warehouse near by. I was more than happy to get her inside. I showed her my knife collection, made sure she knew them all personally. I used all ten on her, stabbing and cutting away. Watching the tears flow down her cheeks and even better the blood flowing out of her many wounds. She screamed very loud, but it was okay, no one could hear her but me. She was nice and fresh, I stuck my fingers in her wounds and tasted the blood, gosh, did I love it. I didn't feel bad slicing her throat in the end. I got rid of most of her body by feeding it to some hogs at a nearby farm, they eat anything. The rest I stored in my deep freezer. I burned her clothes, had no use for those.

I know what you're thinking, that's just sick, but to me it's just plain fun. I guess you could say it's a hobby of mine I've had for a long time. How did I get started? I'm glad you asked. Daddy taught me well, rest his soul. I was in training every summer as I watched and learned from a true master. Hamburgers and hotdogs wasn't the only thing grilling on those camping trips. The sweet smell of burning flesh. I can hear his voice now

Son, tip number one, no finger prints, no evidence.

Those were the good old days, spending father and son time. I sure miss him. I know he would be proud to know I'm one of the best serial killers of our time. Going twenty years strong. The nickname he gave me was Slicer. Getting girls got easier for me. If I wanted her heart, all I had to do was cut it out.

After spending some time in a mental hospital I decided to pick up where I left off. Checked out some of the hot spots for my new kill. Oh boy, I think I found the best place, a shopping mall, with so many bodies to choose from. Finally, been waiting to use my butcher knife. That baby cuts real good, shiny blade, sharp tip, yes it does the job, just like old times. It was love at first sight when I saw a beautiful lady walking in the parking lot to her car. She had nice brown skin, wearing little make up, soft looking lips, and very thick. She had on a black V-neck shirt and blue jeans. I love the short ladies. In less than five minutes she was in my ride enjoying the trip to my new playhouse. She was just crying and trying to scream, a little hard to do with tape covering your mouth, right. She made me knock over my coffee and that pissed me off big time. After a few miles, I pulled off to the side of the road, took a knife out of my tool box and stuck her with it. Man, she almost busted my eardrums with the high note she hit when I took the tape off. I love to hear them scream.

'Just wait til I get her home,' I thought to myself.

I covered her mouth back up and drove the rest of the way to my new playhouse. When we got there I decided to let her bleed out a little more, so I took her out my van and into the lower level of my place. It's filled with hooks hanging from the ceiling, and I've got a nice operating table, ya know, cause I love playing around with my victims. Can't forget about my knife collection that decorates the walls, some are from my first kill, some are my daddy's. Speaking of the walls, my favorite part is that it's all sound proof, ceiling and everything. So, the only person to hear them scream is me, and boy do I love it. I've also got to keep my snacks on hand, a few jars of eyeballs I keep around just in case I get a craving. I could not help myself, I had to break the rules a little bit. I hope daddy doesn't turn in his grave. I love my trophies but they also make a great snack, they're light on the stomach.

Anyway, I took off all of Ms. Pretty's clothes, what a lovely body she had. Then I picked her up and stuck her on one of my hooks so she could hang around and bleed out a little into a bucket I had underneath her. I make a mean blood dipping sauce, you'll have to try it sometime, trust me, my mouth is watering just thinking about it. It was one of daddy's secret recipes. He was a chef when it came to making something out of nothing. We ate parts of bodies you've never tasted. Maybe one day I'll be a killer chef. I still have to work on some things, like letting the body cook long enough in my special soup where it just melts in your mouth like butter. I just get so impatient sometimes.

I found out later, after sitting down to watch the news until I got enough blood for my sauce, her name is Charmaine Cooper, the daughter of a police officer. Shit, just my luck. I guess every dog has its day, but I can't stop now, I'm having too much fun. I'ma keep this one alive since she's all over the damn news. It seems like her dad won't give up either. But the show must go on, I might be able to work this to my advantage. I hate having cable and nothing good is ever on, so I decided to create my own show on the net. So far, business is good. I let my guests pick what they want to see me do. My camera is always rolling and I always have a paying customer. The fun never ends in my playhouse, all you ever hear is them begging,

'No, please stop, I'll do anything.'

I always tell them my fans pay good money and they want to see us live. It wasn't