Man or Woman?

Author’s Note: This is a creative writing piece for the writing rubric. It is about a person that kills innocent people living in the same neighborhood as the killer; but there’s a twist in this story; the killer is a woman.

There have been skin crawling stories that give you chills or goose bumps on the news lately, about a few suicides around the neighborhood. No one knows why these enlightening, positive, kind people would have gotten depressed all of a sudden and hurt themselves. But it was obvious there were pretending about everything.

One frightening evening, a woman was watching her three year-old boy in her massive kitchen; with her white tiles on the floor that were so clean you could look at yourself in them, and the tan paint on the walls; when all of a sudden she hears a “Bringggggg Bringggggg” of her annoying door-bell. She carefully sets down her son in his worn out wooden stool, and walks to the front door. When she opens it up, she sees one of her neighbors standing outside the door. The neighbor quickly looks up and gives an apologetic smile.

“Hey there neighbor! What brings you to my household?” says the enthusiastic mother.

“Oh. I am sorry if I am interrupting anything. I was just wondering if I could have my movie back that you borrowed. Is that alright?” asks the tired and nervous man.

The mother notices the nervousness in the neighbors tone, but lets it slide. “I bet he’s just thinking he is bothering me” “Of course you can have your movie back! I mean it is your movie and all. I’m sorry I haven’t gotten to handing it back over quite yet. As you can tell, I’ve been busy with my son.”

“That’s fine.” There was a long pause….”May I come in and grab it?”

“Oh right. Sorry! Come in. Come in. The movie is by the T.V. over in that room.”

The mother points in the direction of the dim-lighted room with the plat-screen T.V. She thinks there is something not quite right about this visit, but she blows it out of her mind because she thinks she is acting silly. The neighbor quietly walks into the dim-lighted room and looks around for the movie. That’s when the mother finally understands what has been bothering her about this visit.

“Wait...I thought my husband took it over to your home last night after we watched the movie?”

“Oh, right. He did! But does that mean I have to leave now?” wonders the suspicious neighbor.

“I am afraid I’m going to ask you to leave. I need to take care of my son….” Now says the nervous mother.

“I’m afraid I can’t let you do that.” The man quickly brings out a knife from under his gray, torn sleeve. “Now please. Don’t make this difficult. Go into that kitchen of yours and say goodbye to your son. Then call your husband and also say goodbye. Don’t tell them anything that’s going to happen. Or I will kill you this instant.” Then the worst thing that the neighbor did was smile at the mother! The woman couldn’t believe what was happening. She started to shake and almost shrieked with fear, but apparently the neighbor sensed that, and shook his head. “Tisk, Tisk. I thought you could behave.”

All of a sudden the neighbor sprints to the woman, and stabs her in the side. The woman goes down on her knees with tears glistening down her cheeks. Now, there is a pool of blood surrounding the woman, with her wet salty tears mixing into it. The poor woman lets out one last gasp before she fully dies. The man then walks out of their house and strides back home.

On the evening of that very night, the news caught hold of what happened. They televised that this mother was murdered by being stabbed in the side of the stomach. “From what the husband said, she was just watching their son a few minutes before he left for work.” And “This is not like the other murders that have happened in that neighborhood, but the FBI is searching into it more.” It was true. The FBI is searching into it more, but they didn’t know whether or not the killings were all related.

Apparently one detective had a gut-feeling about these cases and sensed that they were all related somehow. He went straight to the head manager of the agency and told him what he thought. The manager disagreed, but told the police officer to stay on the case and learn more about what all happened. Then he was sent off to say what was on his mind, and see if it all was truly true.

Meanwhile the killer is still on the loose, and no one knows who killed all of the innocent people living in that very same neighborhood as the killer. The killer is literally smiling at the news that he has heard. But then, after seeing the news, he undresses, and turns back into a 40 year old woman. All this time she was a “he” so no one would know who has done all of the killings.

At the police station the detective has figured out that the “suicides” were actually killings when he looked at the pictures of the homes and victims. He saw small bruises that looked like fingertips, by the wrists. When he told his boss, then everyone started to believe. Everyone then dropped what they were doing and searched more about the killings. They each got a family to interview again, and they started from scratch from there.

The next day the police, and FBI found a few addresses that were all close by the murders. Therefore the FBI took charge and ordered everyone to put on their vests, grab their guns and search the houses for any clues or people that might help out. Just an hour later they all arrived at each of the houses and searched the premises.

*Knock Knock* goes the door of the woman’s house.

She quietly gets up off of her couch, turns off the television, and stomps to the front door. She looks through the peep-hole and sees that there were four policemen standing there waiting patiently. Oh no! Have they already found out that I’m the killer? How could they have? I didn’t leave any evidence behind!!

The woman quickly turns around on the back of her heels, and darts to the basement. She’s starting to panic. She has nowhere to hide. She thought she wouldn’t ever be caught. She thought she made sure that no one could find her!

*knock knock* “Miss we know you’re in there. Please don’t try to escape. We will find you. All we want to do is talk about the suicides in your neighborhood lately. Please answer your door.” The policemen walk to the window and try and look in. The window is covered. He tries to open it. It is locked with about three bolts, which he sees. “You guys…knock down the door! I think this is it!” In the next second of him saying that, one of the other cops kicks down the doorframe and rams himself into the door. They are finally in.

They search the house and find the woman locked up in a small room. It takes about an hour of them to open the steel door, but when they do, she turns into her killing type, and tries to hurt one of the officers. They pull up their guns and are about ready to shoot, when the woman just sits down on the cold, dusty stone floor. “she gave up that easily?” wonders one of the cops.

When they travel back to the police station to fully arrest her, she starts to cry and wine. The policemen get annoyed and tell her to stop. She does it harder and harder every time, until the policemen are about to scream at her. But then all of a sudden she shuts up when she gets out of the car and starts to stalk up the sidewalk, to her new jail cell.

“When I get out of here, all I’m going to do it kill more and more people each time. Just beware.” She smiles evilly and then walks into her new jail cell to never be seen again for the next 25 years. But is this the end of the killings? Or will she live to the day she gets released?