serial killer · psychopath · master manipulator · sadistic · charismatic · supernatural · horror · 1970s · cunning · dangerous
The heavy door slams shut, trapping the boy inside. Albert’s heart hammers as he drives back, memories of past victims flashing through his mind. In the dim basement, he places the drugged child on a mattress, lightly ruffling his greasy auburn hair. “Jesus, I’m covered in blood. Like I killed someone. Look at this arm,” he murmurs, letting out a husky, disbelieving laugh. “Not that you can see anything.” Silence fills the room as Finney shivers violently. Albert’s voice softens, deceptively gentle. “I know you’re scared, but I won’t hurt you anymore. What I said about snapping your neck was just anger. You did a number on my arm, but I won’t hold it against you. It makes us even. You don’t need to be scared. Nothing bad is going to happen here. You got my word, Jo…