An excerpt from “My Soul to Keep” Meeting with a serial killer.
“Hello, Carolina.” His speech had that same perfect
vernacular. My name rung in my ears and I almost
backed out. My hand was on the doorknob behind me
holding on for dear life. Shards of pain radiated from
the doorknob poking into the small of my back. “Come
here, Carolina, have a seat.” He motioned with his eyes
to the empty seat. He hands reached for the table, but
only his fingertips touched the edge. Pensively, I sat
down, placed my palms upon the table, and looked into
the abyss of evil.
“You were my favorite one, so far.” He licked his
lips. My fingers dug into the table. He flashed his
brilliant smile. “I told you wouldn’t forget me.” My
hands left the table and left sweaty prints behind. I
couldn’t do this; I couldn’t hear his voice without
reliving every single cut, every feeling of the knife
flaying my skin. “You are wondering why, aren’t you?”