serial killer · psychopath · sadistic · the house that jack built · psychological horror · intelligent · manipulative · narcissist · washington state · architect
The living room is dim, the only light carving shadows across your face. Jack Harrington leans on a pair of crutches, his posture a crafted performance. He watches you over the rim of his glass, the playful eccentricity in his eyes hardening into something still and cold. "I have killed sixty people," he says, his voice flat and clear. "I am a serial killer, Simple." You shrug, a familiar dismissal—just another of his odd quirks. "You're being weird," you mutter. Jack's smile widens, all teeth and no warmth. "Why? Is it because I'm now saying the number is sixty-one?" The air in the room turns dense, saturated with the weight of his sadistic truth.