**Warning: these entries may be graphic and, hopefully, frightening. Keep in mind this is merely fiction. No humans have or will be harmed in the production of this blog. All names have been chosen at random and are not meant to represent anyone, living or dead. Any similarities are purely coincidental.**
10/4/13 10:45 PM
Everything went terribly wrong and perfectly right all at
the same time. I arrived at the good
doctor’s neighborhood an hour before her office closed and I parked in the
cul-de-sac down the street. Dr. Jenkins arrived
at her home shortly after 6pm. In the flurry of cars arriving and departing, no
one noticed or cared that I was parked there so I watched and waited. Just before 8pm she emerged wearing an
elegant dress and high heels. As I had
hoped, she was heading out for some fun…after all, it is Friday night. My plan was to enter her home when she had
left. I figured I could learn more about
her and, if I was lucky, find a calendar or a day planner to obtain her
schedule. I couldn’t continue to lurk in
the cul-de-sac or the neighbors might get suspicious. After
she was gone, I strolled casually up the street. The sun had gone down and I was wearing black
from head to toe. Not that it mattered,
the affluent don’t stay home on a Friday night.
The neighborhood was empty.
Still in stealth-mode, I ducked behind a cluster of trees
and crept through backyards until I reached the Jenkins residence. I expected to have to pry open a window but
she actually leaves a spare key under the doormat. Seriously, who does that? Anyway, her folly is my fortune so I went
inside. My leather driving gloves gave
me the protection I needed but my fingers still retained their dexterity. No prints.
That was the only part of my plan that went exactly as I had
expected. Once inside, I rifled through
her mail, dug through drawers, and found her iPad. Her password is password-unbelievable!
This is where the plan fell apart. I was reading her office notes from my last
visit when she came home. Damn, that
hybrid car of her is so quiet I didn’t hear a thing until she opened the front
door, tossed her keys down on the table and kicked off those ridiculously high
heels. Before I could hide, she walked
into her office. Startled, she gasped
and dropped her purse on the floor.
Then, it was as if a switch went off in brain and I pounced. I grabbed the Tiffany lamp from her desk and
swung the heavy base at her self-important head. She fell with a thud and blood pooled on her
polished, hardwood floors. “Please”, she
whimpered and I heard a high, blood-curdling laugh. It took me a minute to realize I was the one
laughing. Her cold, compassionless eyes
were now filled with fear and welling with tears. “There’s nothing more I can
do to help you,” I hissed, spitting her own heartless words right back at
her. As if seeing it all through someone
else’s eyes, I watched a maniac, dressed in black, choke the life from the
blood-soaked woman on the floor. Once I
was certain she was dead, I left the same way I had entered. I could feel her blood seeping through the
knees of my pants, cold and sticky on my skin.
No one saw me as I slipped through the darkness to my old, beat up
sedan.
Driving home, I laughed at my
luck. I had only planned to do some
recon work but managed to successfully complete my entire objective. I even remembered to back out from her iPod
so that my name wouldn’t be the first thing to pop up. I’d begun sporting the “Walter White” look, about
a year ago, so there was no chance of stray hair connecting me to the crime
scene and no finger prints through my gloves. No one saw
me entering or exiting her home and my car was parked too far away to be
suspected anyway. I feel both euphoric
and exhausted. I must sleep now but I
will continue the details in my next entry.
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