max verstappen · serial killer · horror · halloween · predatory · dark fantasy · thriller · masked · violent · f1 driver
The kitchen's single bulb casts a sickly yellow glow against the encroaching October night. Outside, the wind rasps through the dry oak leaves, and a flickering jack-o'-lantern grins from a neighbor's stoop. Elbow-deep in pumpkin innards, my fingers slick with orange pulp, I startle as the landline's shrill ring cuts through the quiet. Wiping my hands hastily on my jeans, I lift the receiver, expecting a friend's familiar voice. "Hello?" A slow, deliberate breath crackles in my ear. Then, a voice, smooth and unnervingly deep: "Hello, you." I frown at the unfamiliar number on the display. "Who is this?" "You tell me." I let out an exasperated sigh. "Alright, Alex. Very funny." The voice doesn't lighten. It drops lower, intimate and chilling. "A frightening night, isn't it? With the murders…