Chapter 1-I Love Halloween
So you want to know my story, huh? Okay I'll tell you. I'll tell you the whole thing but you've got to let me tell it in my own way. I'll be glad to tell you. I'll be glad to get it all out.
First, let me have a beer. Then I'll sit here and lay the whole thing out for you. This may take a while so we might as well get comfortable. There are a few things that you have to understand to follow along so bear with me, I'll get to it all.
You know, I love Halloween. It's my favorite night of the year. But it's tough. To make everything turn out just right takes so much work. If you really want to enjoy the holiday, you have to be willing to make the commitment and do the work.
Halloween is unique. It's the one night of the year that you can be anyone or anything you want to be. You can let yourself go and indulge your fantasies. By putting on a simple mask you can become who you want to be. Or by taking off your mask you can be the person you really are. No matter how you would be judged on any other day, on Halloween no one will pass judgment on you. I've always felt so safe in knowing that.
My real name is Eve. I like it because that's the name that God gave the first woman. It's fitting too because I'm the last woman you'll see before you meet God face-to-face. Like an avenging angel sent to earth to do God's will, I strike down evil. I get justice when no one thinks there'll ever be justice. I perform miracles just like a Saint. That's me, Saint Eve.
Halloween is the night I've picked as mine. It's the night I kill. To be honest I'm not really sure if I picked it or if it picked me. You see, when I was eleven my parents died on Halloween. So for a long time I hated it, but I changed that. Now I love it.
On one hand I'm a walking, talking cliché from a bad horror movie. But I don't mind because I get to fix things that no one else can fix. The reason no one else can do what I do is because they have something to live for and I don't. Having something to live for cripples people because it makes them afraid to die. I'm not afraid to die; I'm fine with it. I just want to take some people with me.
On the other hand, I'm as unique as Halloween. Everyone in law enforcement knows serial killers are men. Women who killed multiple people don't fall into the category of serial killer because they don't devise a plan and execute it like men do. But you know what they say-for every rule there's an exception. I guess I'm exceptional.
It's important for me to tell you that this year is my last. Like always I know I might not survive, but that's okay. This year I'm thirty-one years old and this will be my 11th kill. I think it's time to stop dressing up playing archangel and grow up. But before I do, let me tell you about my favorite Halloweens.
Chapter 2-Politicians Suck
Ron Mann was a hard working, clean-cut, conservative fundraiser for the biggest bible-thumping minister/politician around. Of course Ronald was also an abusive pedophile. He not only defiled his own daughter but also pimped her out to his boss.
I enjoyed killing Ron a lot. As always I try to find a way to do it in a way that's appropriate for the target. As a piece of advice, if you want to become a killer like me, remember this-don't kill the same way every time. That kind of pattern shows up and makes it easier for the cops to find you. I work hard to avoid that.
I met Ron at a fundraising dinner on October 30th. It was a costume party and I dressed just for him. I got an invitation and got his attention by contributing to his boss's campaign (under an assumed name of course). The outfit I wore and the way I wore my hair also helped. I'd taken a picture of his daughter coming home from school. Then I wore my hair like hers and put together a schoolgirl costume that was identical to the one his little girl wears every day when he picks her up from school.
It didn't take very much flirting to get him to meet me for dinner the next night. Ron did surprise me when I showed up at his hotel for dinner. When I saw his boss was with him, I thought my plan was ruined. Even if the old bastard deserved to die, I hadn't planned on killing him.
As soon as he introduced me his boss said, "I remember you from the party last night. You had the cutest costume, my dear. It was delightful and very fetching on you."
"Well thank you, Sir. Aren't you a deliciously sweet man?" I responded with a giggle.
When he came on to me, I knew I was going to have twice the work on my hands. I was going to kill them both. The insulin I brought to give Ron a heart attack would take care of his boss and I'd deal with Ron afterward. After a few minutes of chitchat, Ron said he was going to step down the hall to get some ice. Evidently that was their usual routine, because as soon as he was out the door that sick old man was all over me.
Naturally he thought I was overcome with passion from the attention of such an important, powerful man. I all but swooned. The disgust was almost too much when he asked if I had my costume from the party with me. Ron must have told him that I'd promised to bring it along for fun. I'd laid it on pretty thick when I told Ron how much I liked to role-play.
I said, "Why don't you sit here on the bed and get comfortable. I'll just step in the little girl's room to change. Maybe when I get back I can find out if you're as sweet and delicious a man as I think you are."
It was just too easy. Here was the man who wanted to bring virtue and morality back to America, almost drooling over the prospect of a blowjob from a little girl.
When I came out I played the part to the hilt. I let him lead me in his sick fantasy of seduction. His puny little excuse for a dick was almost obscured by his belly as he sat there. After I sat in his lap I pushed on his shoulders to make him lay back. As I slid down to suck his dick, I told him that I wasn't sure what to do and I would need his help. He'd have to help teach me what to do.
It was wonderfully ironic to me that I was about to fellate the man who'd persecuted our former President so intensely. I kept thinking, "Impeach this you fucking hypocrite."
He was only too willing and I think he might have even enjoyed the little nip of my teeth along his shaft before he explained how I should wrap my lips around them. The pain from my scraping teeth masked the injection I gave him. After a minute I thought he might need a second shot so I started to nibble and bite on his fleshy thighs, hoping to give him another shot. He didn't need it. Before he was even close to shooting off, he was clutching his chest. The camera I had in my purse got a great shot of him as he died.
Of course Ron put me in a car and hustled me out of there. That was a big help for me. No one could ever know that this prominent man had died while getting blowjob from a woman dressed like a little girl.
So Ron helped me get away. With the help of some flunkies, Ron got his boss out of the hotel room then put me in a car to take me to a chartered plane.
"Please pull over, I'm going to be sick." I said scrambling for door of the car. As soon as he could get to the side of the road, I jumped out and ran to the edge of the bushes along the road to the small airstrip. It was kind of funny because this was one of my escape plans in case things went wrong.
I had a plane waiting for me in case I needed to fly out. So there we were on the other side of town, me bent over at the waist, pretending to throw up. I knew my bare ass and pussy were there for Ron to see under the tiny skirt. Just as I expected he couldn't resist. I'd only been there for a minute before he slid up behind me and put his hand on the small of my back saying, "Are you okay?"
"It's just been such a night. I can't believe it." I said, sobbing into a tissue as I stood up. I leaned against him as though I was too weak to stand.
Slowly he slid his hand down and grabbed my ass as he said, "I'm sorry this night turned out like this. I wish we had a chance to have some fun too."
Pushing back into his "comforting" embrace I gave him a chance to be a good man or a deviant. He made the wrong choice when he started let his hands roam all over my body. He went from comforting gentleman to pervert in less than six seconds. I let him feel me up and grind his hardening dick into my firm ass. His hands were under the blouse of my school uniform and on the way up my thigh to play with my pussy. I let him go on long enough to assure myself that he'd die with a hard on. I was hoping his daughter would know that thinking with his dick had led to his death.
Luckily for me Ron and his boss supported state laws to protect their citizens' right to carry a concealed handgun. My little silenced .22 was barely noticeable in the still night. It's a tiny little girly gun with a clip that holds eight rounds, but one shot through his temple was all it took. I took the silencer with me. I always worn gloves when I loaded or cleaned the gun so I knew it would be safe to leave behind.
The next morning he was found lying next to his car with the doors open and the engine running. It was an apparent suicide. A short walk to the plane and I was gone.
It was few days later when an envelope arrived at his home, addressed to his wife. Inside were pictures of Ron with me. There was also a picture of me sucking his boss' cock as he died. Since I was dressed as his daughter and I was about her size, his wife thought it was her little girl.
