Meet Marvin: Technically Not A Killer by Jason Marshall

Author:Jason Marshall [Marshall, Jason]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-04-25T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 20

I Can't Believe It

11:00 P.M.

Today was yet another long day, but I feel optimistic. Though I didn't make much progress in finding a new female victim, this was only the first day. I'm sure something will turn up. Besides, I understand things much better now thanks to Sid and his friends. Plus, I won a poker game. I guess I've been pretty lucky today. Maybe tomorrow I won't be so lucky. Maybe I should just keep driving until I find a pedophile. The night is still young, after all.

Fuck it, I'll do it!

I start driving, no idea where I'm headed. A destination will present itself.

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1:00 A.M.

Two hours later, I've yet to see any-wait, what's that? I'd better not stop my car this late; don't want to freak anyone out. I keep driving until I pass the object of my attention, a slender woman with long, straight black hair, wearing a red raincoat and hat. She's staring into the window of a children's department store, her hands pressed against the glass. She seems to be looking at the child-sized mannequins, absolutely entranced. She's freaking me out with her pale white skin.

I have no doubt that she's a pedophile, but there is something else seriously wrong with her. The dark aura she's giving off is one I've never felt. It's like she's not from this world. Her breasts are smooshed against the glass, and she's breathing so heavily she's fogged up the whole upper half of the window. Despite giving all her attention to the mannequins, it feels like she has eyes in the back of her head. Had I stopped the car, she would have haunted me, I know it. I should look for a different female victim. I don't feel ready to face this ghost.

I hate that I'm not turning back. I want to turn back. I just admitted defeat by not attempting to follow her-I guess I'm not as strong as I thought. The old guys at Sid's overwhelmed me, and now this stranger is overwhelming me? Nah, screw this! I've dealt with freaks worse than that little woman before.

I turn the car around and park about six blocks away from the store where I saw her and start walking. I can feel the streets getting darker the closer I get to her.

No one's around; it feels like this whole town is dead, even though there are millions of people asleep in their beds. They may as well be nothing but corpses, mere toys to entertain us freaks. The night belongs to us, the freaks, not the good people at home. They can have the daytime.

I reach the store, and she's not there. Thank God. I glance around nervously-what if she saw me drive by and she knew I'd come back, so now she's waiting to pounce? The silence is pressing in my ears and worming itself into my brain and creeping me out. I turn to leave, eager to get home to Elena and forget about this ghost girl.

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