PHOTO PROMPT © Karuna
He took souvenirs,
and played with them
as if they were his own.
Until guilt set in
and he would bury the tems
next to the bodies
in the dirt behind his home.
Nobody knew he existed
because his father, the mayor
hid his son
and his secret
from the world.
Once a day he threw
food
to his child
who he hid away in the basement.
He wasn’t supposed to get out
but at night he did
and he found kids
asleep in their bed
who had toys
but won’t be needing them
because soon they will be dead.
This morbid story of a young serial killer is my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers.
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ouuu, what a horrid little tale… a myriad of serial killer names flash through my brain. Makes you think about what drives them, just a bit.
That’s evil. And the guy in the basement in evil too. But mostly the Mayor. He needs some metal bars and a mean cellmate.
Oh. Oh, that’s just creepy. Good writing, but creepy!
that photo was creepy
Yes. When I first looked at it, I just didn’t even want to think about what could have happened 🙂
Horribly morbid but effective, well done