While cleaning out my computer, I stumbled upon a few artifacts that showed my failed attempt at being a writer. This little thriller is perfect for Halloween and for anyone who would like to heavily criticize a Stephen King wannabe. This is also perfect for a first article because it can only get better than this. Enjoy.
Forrest View's Killer
Julia had nearly fallen asleep listening to her Criminology teacher, Mr. Griffin, giving a lecture on psychoanalysis. She had had the short and plump teacher for three years and it seemed as though his voice was getting softer and softer. All that Julie could think about besides how boring the lesson was, was the approaching day of graduation. She could not believe that she was going to university and leaving behind Forrest View. Then, out of the blue, Mr. Griffin said something that jolted her out of her daydream. "...and remember to hand me your final projects on the last day of school.” "Great" muttered Julia. She had been so excited about the unsolved murders assignment but when she couldn’t find a way to describe the behavior of her killer she had put her project on halt. Now time was running out and she had to look for another case.
Julie was now at home contemplating over the different ideas for her Criminology assignment when something on the radio caught her attention. "... the 20th anniversary of the Forrest View killings. The killer had been taunting officers about their lack of evidence. He left notes giving explicit details on how he abducted twelve young girls, molested them and horrifically mutilated them in his home. Of those girls was the well known Rachel Carson, who was the daughter of former Governor Billy Carson. Her body was found in the nearby Jones River with bruises and gashes all over. Her hair had been ferociously cut and her tongue was missing. Governor Carson had been deeply mortified at the news and he instantly resigned from position…" Julie’s radio suddenly went fuzzy and the story was cut off. Julie had to clutch the nearby chair to steady herself. A murderer, she thought, in Forrest View. Those poor and innocent young girls. That bastard who killed them! Suddenly Julie had an idea. She would make the case known; bring back the girls whose lives were taken away before they could make something of them. She had to use the case as her assignment. It was due in less than a week and it was the best shot she had to at least get a B-. She quickly gathered her things and drove down to the library. She asked the librarian, Mrs. Quip, if there was any information that she could find on the Forrest View murders. "Oh, why would you want to bring an awful memory like that? The whole town was more than happy to put the whole thing behind us and Governor Carson..." Julie was used to Mrs. Q going on her rambles."Mrs. Q", she whisper-screamed,"please...I just need it." "Oh alright dear, let me write down the box number." Julie found the box that contained everything that she was looking for. There were so many newspaper clippings titled "Killer Taunts Again" and "8th Body Found Today". Julie was still wondering why someone would cause chaos in the reserved town of Forrest View. Julie found an article about the letter that the murderer sent:
"...they enjoyed it..."
"...I like watching them bleed and scream..."
"...I am god and no one will stop me..."
Julie was sickened by the notes, the last one especially frightened her. He even signed his name, BLG, in the worst scratchy handwriting that Julie had ever seen. But there was no time for being scared, her project was due soon. While rummaging some more, she fell upon a clipping with a picture of the old AMC movie theater. In small font, she read that the theater was where one of the murders had taken place. It had been closed ever since. Julie had passed by the theater so many times and had never even bothered to wonder why it was closed. She had to go there so she could finish her assignment.
It was pouring when Julie went back out but she did not let a little rainfall stop her. She was hoping that her little Volkswagen bug wouldn't die on her in the rain. She should have brought along a friend but she didn't want to get distracted along the way. Once she got inside the theater, she regretted it. The smell was horrific and there were rodents everywhere. Julie looked around at the place and noticed that the menu was very short with only popcorn, ice cream and soda for sale. When Julie got to the screening room she coughed from all of the lingering dust. When her breathing finally calmed, she noticed a blue piece of paper sticking out from a seat. When she got a closer look, she noticed that it was a candy wrapper for salt water taffy. That's weird, she thought. They don't sell taffy here. Julie suddenly remembered someone who loved taffy. Who--? Julie's thoughts were interrupted by the loud crash of thunder. She hurriedly shoved the wrapper into her pocket and ran into the safety of her car.
When Julie got home she instantly fell into her bed feeling so proud of herself for entering the scene of a crime and finding evidence although it might be of no use. She felt like Sam Spade, a famous private eye. She was so tired from the day's work that slumber instantly took over her.
It was the last day of school and the assignment was finally due. Julie felt so sure that she would an A+ on her assignment and she still could not believe that she was graduating. Before Julie left she ran back to ask Mr. Griffin to sign her yearbook. “Sure thing, Julie,” he said while chewing his salt water taffy.
When Julie got home she re-opened her yearbook to look back on the memories and notes that her friends left her. Then Julie noticed that someone had signed her yearbook with the most hideous handwriting that she had ever seen. Oh my God! she thought because on the right corner of the page were the initials BLG.
