KILLED AGAIN : Scary Stories – Short Horror Story

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They found Allen Lerner’s body in the river, bloated and stabbed multiple times. It was the tenth body the police found that year. More specifically, it was the tenth body of Allen Lerner’s they found that year.

“This is insanity! How can this keep happening?”

Allen Lerner sat in the Chief’s office puffing on a cigarette. Like last time, the Chief urged him to remember what he could.

“I keep telling you I don’t know anything! I only remember whatever I knew at the last BackUp.”

“And that was?”

“Midnight on Sunday. Like every week.”

“I see. But you turned up dead on Tuesday. We believe you were killed on Saturday – the Saturday before that is.”

“Great. So now I’m behind on work too. Can’t you do anything about this?”

“We’re increasing security at your house.”

“Cause that did wonders last time. These bodies are expensive you know – insurance only covers so many!”

“We’re doing everything we can, Mr. Lerner. And can you please try to blow that smoke out the window? I can hardly breath in here.”

Then there was a knock at the door.

“Come in!”

Two men in black suits entered the Chief’s office and flipped their badges.

“Chief Slattery, my name is Agent Oats and this is Agent Hal. FBI.”

“Is this a joke?”

“I’m afraid there’s no time for jokes, Chief. Mr. Lerner’s latest murder took place over in Jersey, which makes this a federal matter.”

“Hal and Oats?” Lerner said incredulously.

“That’s correct.”

Lerner leaned back in his chair and moaned. “I’m a fucking dead man!”

“Not if we can help it,” Agent Hal said, removing his sunglasses. “We’ve studied killers like this before: serial killers with one repeat victim. They’re rare, but they’re increasing now that more people are opting for BackUps.”

“That’s right,” said Agent Oats. “Now, we’ve established this psycho’s M.O. based on prior methods of killing you, Mr. Lerner. Agent Hal?”

Agent Hal placed his briefcase on the Chief’s desk and opened it, revealing crime scene photos of Mr. Lerner’s murders.

Lerner vomited into the trash can.

“Apologies, Mr. Lerner. Agent Hal, put those away. We’ve determined that the killer never kills you the same way twice.”

“Jesus Christ…” Lerner mumbled, cradling the trash can. Agent Oats continued.

“So far the killer has used strangulation, lacerations, rope, fire, drowning, gouging, a chainsaw, pistol, an ice pick, and an axe to kill Mr. Lerner.”

“Well, what’s next?” the Chief asked.

“We believe that he will soon be switching to long range killing methods due to increased security. Either that or an elaborate scheme involving poison or impersonating a police officer.”

“…”

“Of course that’s only speculation. The point is, Mr. Lerner, you have nothing to fear now that the FBI is involved. Um… Mr. Lerner?”

Lerner’s body slumped over, blood pouring out of a tiny hole in his forehead, his cigarette smoke billowing out the open window.

The Chief slapped his forehead: “Oh for Christ’s sake.”

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