A Conversation With A Serial Killer On The Loose - 916 Words

I remember seeing and hearing his name on the news. To be honest I was so intrigued and there was just this feeling like I knew him. He was a so called rapist and killer, I became so interested in him I read newspapers and watched so many news reports on him. They never caught him so they only had sketches of what they thought he looked like...So it started when I was in my room listening to music on my IPod. You see I m not the kind of girl who obeys rules or respects anyone or anything. I don t care about consquences, I never really think things threw. So being the way I am, I would sneak out every night around 3 a.m, the witching hour. Yeah I know I know. What?! Why would you sneak out with a serial killer on the loose?!? Like I†¦show more content†¦It was pretty cool, it wasn t those kind of dance clubs more of like a rock/metal concert where they would play all my favorite bands. There was a live band there so of course therees was all kinds of girls wanting the band pl ayers. I never really cared for celebrity type. As I sasid before I didn t care. I really miss that place. Looking back to that night now, I remember seeing him but I never really noticed him. He was usually in the back as well, just watching people. After my usual night, I began walking home, seeing the same car as before I sped up my walk. When I got home, I didnt even change before bed. I just layed on my bed drifting off to sleep. He placed his hand over my mouth and I immediately woke up. I was terrified, I looked over at the window as it was wide open. I looked up at him, he seemed worried and scared. At that moment, I knew it was the guy from the club. This was the man on the T.V they called a killer. He yelled, Don t scream! All I could do was roll my eyes. I guess he liked the way I showed no fear because, he picked me up with me facing his back and climbed out the window. I thought he was a killer like the news said, but I wasn t afraid. He put me in the passenger side of the car I saw driving by my house. As we drove off, I looked back at my house saying goodbye one last time. Honestly, I was kind of glad he took me away. I hated being there. I hated everyone at school. I hated everyone in my