She's Psycho

By Aaron Abilene

 A psychotic woman murders her entire family and then makes her new husband kill his kids.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Aaron Abilene
• Release date: May 10, 2024
• ISBN: 9798223940753

Book preview

Delilah Monroe stood in her immaculate kitchen, sunlight streaming through the bay windows and glinting off the polished granite countertops. Her tall, slender figure was accentuated by a tailored dress that hugged her curves just enough to turn heads but not raise eyebrows. Her dark, wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her striking features and giving her an air of effortless beauty.

Is there anything else I can help you with, dear? Delilah asked, smiling warmly at one of the mothers from the PTA she had invited over for brunch. The woman flushed with gratitude and shook her head, clearly flattered that someone like Delilah would take the time to help her with her daughter's upcoming bake sale.

Thank you so much, Delilah. You're always so kind, the woman said, gathering her things to leave. Delilah's eyes sparkled, knowing she had just secured another ally in her quest to maintain her perfect suburban life.

As the woman left, Jonathan Price, Delilah's fifth husband, entered the room. His strong build and graying hair gave him a distinguished air, which was only enhanced by the expensive suit he wore. His sharp blue eyes softened as they landed on his wife.

Darling, I've arranged for the new gardener to start tomorrow. He comes highly recommended, he announced, planting a kiss on Delilah's cheek. She smiled, appreciating his efforts to keep their home pristine without her having to lift a finger.

Thank you, Jonathan. You're always taking such good care of me, she purred, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him close for a lingering kiss. As they separated, she could see the devotion in his eyes, and she knew she had him firmly under her spell.

Anything for you, my love, he replied, before leaving the room to attend to his next task at hand. Delilah watched him go, satisfaction flickering in her eyes. She had everything she wanted – a beautiful home, a successful husband, and control over everyone around her.

And soon, she would have Rachel Foster firmly under her thumb as well.

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On a crisp autumn evening, the quaint suburban neighborhood of Willow Creek buzzed with excitement as families gathered for the annual Fall Festival. The scent of apple cider and pumpkin spice filled the air while children laughed and played among the vibrant foliage. Delilah Monroe, ever the gracious hostess, had outdone herself this year. Rustic lanterns illuminated the event, casting a warm glow on the festive decorations.

Delilah, this is simply marvelous! gushed Rachel Foster, her blue eyes wide with admiration as she approached the stunning woman. Delilah turned to face her, her dark wavy hair framing her face like a halo.

Thank you, Rachel, replied Delilah with a practiced smile, extending her hand to the younger woman. I'm so glad you could make it.

As they shook hands, Rachel couldn't help but feel a sense of kinship with Delilah. They both knew what it was like to be married to successful men, and the expectations that came with being their wives. She felt a mixture of envy and admiration for Delilah's seemingly effortless ability to maintain her perfect life.

Your decorations are always so beautiful, Delilah, Rachel continued, her voice tinged with awe. You have such an eye for detail.

Thank you, dear, Delilah purred, her eyes glittering with something Rachel couldn't quite place. I believe in making every event special. Life is too short for mediocrity.

As the two women chatted, Delilah skillfully steered the conversation towards Rachel's life. She asked about Rachel's husband, her children, and her career, all the while subtly probing for vulnerabilities she could exploit. Rachel, oblivious to Delilah's intentions, opened up about her struggles with balancing work and family life.

Sometimes I just feel so overwhelmed, Rachel confided, her eyes welling up with tears. I don't know how you do it, Delilah.

Darling, we all have our struggles, Delilah replied softly, her voice oozing with sympathy as she gently patted Rachel's hand. But I've learned that the key to happiness is surrounding yourself with the right people.

Rachel looked at Delilah, her eyes searching for understanding and support. With a subtle smile, Delilah knew she had found her next target, someone she could mold into her perfect ally.

Tell you what, dear, Delilah said, her voice warm and inviting. Why don't we get together sometime this week? I'd love to get to know you better and share some of my secrets for success.

Really? Rachel asked, her face lighting up with relief. That would be amazing, Delilah. Thank you.

Of course, Delilah replied, her smile widening as she felt the first tendrils of control taking hold. Friends help friends, after all.

As the Fall Festival carried on around them, neither woman could predict the twisted path their newfound friendship would take. For now, they simply reveled in the warmth of companionship - one seeking solace, the other hungry for power.

––––––––

Rachel found herself at Delilah's doorstep, clutching a bottle of wine in her hands. The front door swung open, revealing Delilah's warm and welcoming smile.

Rachel, darling! Come in, she gushed, ushering her new friend inside.

The moment Rachel stepped into Delilah's home, she was struck by its immaculate appearance. Gleaming hardwood floors, tasteful art adorning the walls, and fresh flowers in elegant vases all seemed to whisper of a perfect life.

Your house is stunning, Delilah, Rachel complimented, trying to hide her envy.

Thank you, dear. I do take pride in my little sanctuary. Delilah led Rachel through the pristine living room and into the stylish kitchen, where an array of appetizers awaited them.

As they sat down at the marble countertop, Rachel couldn't help but admire the way Delilah's life seemed so effortlessly put together. Her children were always well-behaved, her husband doted on her every need, and she managed to balance work and home life with enviable ease.

Delilah, how do you manage it all? Rachel asked, taking a sip of her wine. I feel like I'm constantly one step behind.

Darling, it's all about priorities and knowing what matters most to you, Delilah replied, her voice dripping with empathy. One thing I've learned over the years is that it's essential to surround yourself with people who uplift and support you.

Rachel nodded slowly, absorbing Delilah's words. She couldn't shake the feeling that her own life paled in comparison, and she desperately wanted to learn from this woman who seemed to have it all.

Tell me more, please. I want to learn from you, Rachel pleaded, her eyes wide and earnest.

Of course, dear, Delilah said, her smile full of warmth and understanding. First, let me ask you something. What are some things that you feel insecure about?

Rachel hesitated for a moment, unsure if she should bare her soul to this woman she barely knew. But there was something magnetic about Delilah, an aura of trustworthiness that made her feel comfortable opening up.

Sometimes...I feel like I'm not good enough, Rachel admitted, her voice cracking with vulnerability. I see other women who seem to have it all figured out, and I worry that I'll never measure up.

Sweetheart, we all feel that way at times, Delilah reassured her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. But let me tell you a secret. Nobody has it all figured out. We're all just doing our best, and that's enough.

Really? Rachel asked, her eyes searching Delilah's face for any hint of insincerity.

Absolutely, Delilah confirmed, her gaze steady and reassuring. Now, let's make a plan for how you can start feeling more confident in your own life.

As they spoke late into the evening, Rachel became increasingly convinced that Delilah held the keys to the perfect life she so desperately craved.

––––––––

As Rachel walked away from Delilah's pristine home that evening, she couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of hope. Delilah had seemingly taken her under her wing, and Rachel felt grateful for the guidance. Unbeknownst to her, however, Delilah was already formulating a plan to manipulate Rachel's vulnerabilities to her advantage.

Delilah stood in her impeccably decorated living room, the golden light of the setting sun casting shadows across her porcelain features. She swirled the remaining red wine in her glass, savoring its rich aroma before taking a sip. Her dark eyes sparkled with malevolent intent as she considered the young, impressionable woman who had just left her home.

Such a sweet girl, Delilah mused to herself, a sinister smile spreading across her face. So eager to please, so desperate for validation. It will be almost too easy.

Over the next several weeks, Delilah began weaving her web of manipulation. She invited Rachel over for coffee, offering unsolicited advice on everything from fashion to relationships. Each time they met, Delilah made sure to subtly undermine Rachel's confidence while simultaneously presenting herself as the ultimate source of wisdom and support.

Rachel, darling, those jeans aren't doing you any favors, Delilah would say, feigning concern. Here, let me show you the ones I wear. They'll make your legs look miles long.

Or during one of their heart-to-heart conversations, Delilah might slip in a comment like, You know, it's a shame you didn't finish college. But don't worry, I can help you navigate your way through life without a degree.

Rachel, eager to learn from Delilah and blinded by her admiration, failed to see the subtle manipulations at play. Instead, she took each barbed remark to heart, internalizing the idea that she was somehow inferior and needed Delilah to help her become a better version of herself.

Delilah, I don't know what I would do without you, Rachel gushed one afternoon, tears brimming in her eyes as she clutched a shopping bag filled with clothes Delilah had convinced her to buy. You've shown me how much I need to improve. I'm so lucky to have you in my life.

Of course, dear, Delilah replied, feigning modesty while she reveled in her control