Chapter Forty — Nine: Solitude

23 Aug

Did you notice my daughter's picture? Yep, she is here.

Did you notice my daughter’s picture? Yep, she is here.

Hi, I am the daughter of the author. What am I doing here? I have a place here. In fact two places. What are they? This is a mystery series. You either have to figure it out or wait until it is reveled.

Hi, I am the daughter of the author. What am I doing here? I have a place here. In fact two places. What are they? This is a mystery series. You either have to figure it out or wait until it is reveled.

 

 

Ever since the event. Why do I think of it as the event? Why not the day of revenge? The death? The day I found what pleasure really means? The torture. The murder. It doesn’t bother me to think of myself in those terms any more. What I am is no  longer important. What you can prove about me is all that is important. What anyone can prove about me. 

Ever since the event I have found solace, relaxation, satisfaction, and stimulation, in going back to the cabin where it happened. Sitting there, remembering every vivid detail. Maybe that old crock was right about the murderer always returning to the scene of the crime. I certainly did. Sometimes I embellished my imaginings with things I could have done but did not do. That is okay. It was my first time. Couldn’t think of everything. Next time. Next time I will remember them all. 

Tonight there was a mouse. I could hear it scratching somewhere. Wonder what it found to eat. 

Only visited the cabin at night. Didn’t want to get caught. To help I used a cheap, second hand lap top from a thrift store. It is amazing how anonymous you can be in a world without privacy. Went to the airport where thousands of people pass everyday. Ordered myself a ninja outfit using a prepaid credit card you can pick up in any store. Had it delivered to a house that was between renters. Intercept package.

Everything was wrapped in black. Only my eyes showed. In order to find me at night you would need a heat sensing device. 

Possible, but unlikely.

There was that rat again. Knawing on a wall or something. Over by the closet.

 

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