Premonition of Fate

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MURDER---It invades my sleep each night. It slithers its way in effortlessly between the flickering images of sweet dreams. It plays in my mind in vivid color, like a classic horror movie, complete with 3-d visual effects. I feel trapped within this dream-state, as I walk in the shoes of a killer. 1

It never deviates and begins in the same place each night..... 2


I pass the familiar mailbox with tiny silver letters of her name pressed firm into it's metal grain. I dart in and out of the hedges, that line her driveway, there leaves flutter like black butterflies as they catch the crisp night breeze. I keep dark close to me using its shadows as warm blanket to hide my odious intentions. My form goes unnoticed as I follow the cobble stone path that snakes its way along side her house. My heart skips, as my pace quickens, secretly reveling my eagerness. Within a few moment I stop abruptly. Softly, I peel back the bush that stifles my view and I am here, in the same spot as the night before, and the night before that.........3

And I watch.
I watch her. 4

Through the flimsy locked windows, pass the peek-a-boo lace that shabbily veils her intimate world from prying outside views. With ease, my eyes step into her deliciously pink bedroom. Naively she saunters through my display case, uninhibited. My breath heightens, skips, as I inhale the picturesque view. Her hair cascades down the middle of her back like blonde mink. The blue satin negligee, she scantly wears, falls to the floor in deep bellows as she powders soft places. She sits like a swan perched on a bedspread of white lace. My mind washes over her body, but she's numb to it's touch. I am but a lust filled silhouette that goes unnoticed. Devilish urges whisper to me ... she is within your grasp. .:::sigh:::: (but she is not ready).5

So I watch.
I watch her.6

Always, within my comfort zone. Where I've learned all of her guarded secrets. I know every aspect in her uneventful life. I know each step she makes on the way work. What floor of the building she works on. Even what she eats for lunch. I know everything that I want to know about her.7

For--I watch.
I watch her.8

I take great pride in doing my job thoroughly. It's my game. I chose the playing field and I chose her. No one knows their exact place, date, or split second that they will leave the hellish world. Yet--- I know hers. This is not where the true excitement lays..... It's not the sound a razor makes as it unzips virgin skin. It's not the last exhale of breath that intrigues. It's not the cold touch of a corpse that soothes my savage lust..... It is the stalking of the pray and I am the ultimate stalker. This is where my true appeasements lay.9

So--- I watch
I watch her.....10

The dream fades.......then slowly comes back into focus....11

(I'm walking down a busy street in an eerie slow motion pace.) 12

I see her coming toward me. It wasn't a surprise, just part of the game. Her blonde hair swept up into a tiny bun. She's wearing a high neck yellow blouse and black rimmed glasses. Yet... her overdressed demure, much like a librarian might portray, did not fool me. I know what naughty little secrets she's played out when she thought no one was watching.
She glances up and smiles timidly. As she passes, she lightly brushes my arm with her and it sends chills pulsating through me. I caught the faint scent of her hair. "Raspberry cream" I thought to myself, But I knew this already for there's no part of her world that I haven't stepped into.
She hurries off in the opposite direction on her busy way to get morning coffee. It's 7:45 and this takes her 8 min. (Timing is so important.) I glance back over my shoulder as she rounds the gray concert building. I pause for a moment, survey the surrounding area and then step inside the building. I make my way across the black and white checkerboard tiled floor. Cautiously, I enter the elevator and ride up to the 5th floor. When the red doors open I lean my body against them and wait. Only a few moments had passed, but it felt like I had been waiting since yesterday. 7:52 I looked down at my watch.....and it's time....13


Methodically the elevator doors close. My heart pounds to deaths drum.
Utopia-- I think, as each floor passes. The perfectly planned
Red-letter-day had finally arrived. I'm sweating dragons.
Death!--My urges chant, I've reached ecstasies threshold. The
Elevator doors slowly open, and she is there, alone, my trophy.
Retreat never crosses her mind so trusting, my frail creature is.
Eyes of black coal gaze deeply into her blue pools, as she steps in. The
Razor cupped tightly within my hand....... as the doors slowly close---14

The Dream fades to black.............15

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