Chapter 25
CHAPTER 25
“Wow, thanks.”
I watch the teenage girl shove the fifty in her pocket, spin on her heel, and walk out of the hotel. Since I had to meet her in the lobby, I can’t do what I want to do which is grab her and shove her against the wall to have my way with her.
Carrying the box of pizza to my hotel room, I grin at the image of the delivery girl’s innocence. She couldn’t have been more than seventeen which means she likely has no clue about the evil she was in the presence of.
While I eat, I recount the events that took place in Philadelphia. The murder wasn’t my normal MO, but that didn’t make it any less satisfying. In fact, it was a nice change of pace.
Once I’m full, I set the remaining food on the table and move to the bed with my laptop. I have a blog to write, and I need to do it while certain details remain fresh in my mind.
It takes me an hour to complete the post, and I hit submit so it’s published online. Then I navigate to Delaney Jefferson’s website and click on the ‘contact me’ button. It’s one thing to publish my blog for the world to see but sending it to an intended victim is another.
It has to be perfect.
I reread my typed words to make sure it’s exactly that.
When Eloise Davenport purchased her ticket for the Spirit Spying Ghost Tour: Nightmare Row, she had no idea she was about to walk into her own living nightmare. She no doubt thought that in the city of brotherly love, she’d be safe, but her killer had other plans.
While the details I’m about to outline for you have not been made public, yours truly was able to procure information from a very reliable source. Here is what I know…
Officials have not conclusively linked the Phantom Strangler to Davenport’s horrific murder, but all signs point to him. The victim was found naked, and she was propped up against the gated entrance of a cemetery. The bruising around her neck indicated that she’d been strangled, but the item used was not located. Based on the ligature pattern, a belt was used.
Blood was smeared across Davenport's breasts, and dried blood caked her thighs.
My cock hardens as I read the details of my crime. I wrap my fingers around my length and jerk off as I relive my time with Eloise Davenport. Once I’m finished, I hit the submit button on Delaney’s website contact form.
Happy reading, Miss Jefferson.