The Popus Murderer Do You Know Who It Is - 1158 Words

At the age of ten I murdered my nanny. To others, I say the incident was an accident. She just happened to slip and fall on the knife in my hand, which killed her instantly. However, I am the only one that knows the truth. After all, how could an awkward ten year old, undeveloped boy obtain the power to murder another being? On my parent’s fifth anniversary, seven years ago, they went out for a romantic night. Rosetta, our nanny, was taking too long to make my dinner. I got impatient. Without her noticing, I walked to the utensil drawer, pulled out a knife, and plunged it into her back. Blood oozed down our bodies like an exploded gyser, but I pushed the knife in farther. Her scream was the last noise she made. Until I turned seventeen, I could control my desires. Instead of hormones, I developed a force only curable with murder. To keep myself sane, I developed a two week ritual; the stability in my life. For a year now, every other Saturday night, I stalk and dispose of my p rey. Blonde hair and blue eyes is all a girl needs to qualify. As a teenager, I already made some risky slaughters. Brutal stabbings, poisoning, and disposing of a victim’s flesh through a meat grinder were my favorite. The island Popus served as the perfect location for my activities. The majority of the year, the sea is reckless, and the police officers were idiots, never willing to take cognizance. These factors made it easy to manipulate the police into thinking the ocean is the culprit behind