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The Shaw Street Strangler Pt. 1
by Moon Mistress
a/k/a Lisa Beth Darling
This is an original one page short story and due to it's content it's rated R for mature readers

Eddie. They call him Eddie but this is not his name.

The night is cold and damp the only sound is the echoing footfalls of a single person walking along the empty street in a rundown part of town. Here he knows no one cares and no one will blink an eye if you scream.

Breath hot and white escapes from his nostrils as Eddie lumbers along, head low, calloused hands stuffed into the pockets of a ratted pea coat with the collar turned up. A longshoreman’s hat, drawn past his ears covers an untamed tangle of mangy black hair further masking his identity. All that can be seen of his face, even under the brightest of street lights, is his fair complexion and perhaps a scruff of beard. In his black jeans and leather boots he blends in easily with the darkness surrounding him and that within him.

Three days ago Eddie first saw her walking across Montauk Avenue, pretty little Mary Sue with her young firm body, long blonde hair and big blue eyes. She was perfect. Like the others, captured him though he doesn’t know why. Perhaps she reminds him of his mother or a love lost or unrequited. Perhaps she’s simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. Since then he’s followed her to Cumberland Farms and to the Planet Fitness Gym. For as many night as days he’s peered into her window to gaze upon her while she slept his face and hands pressed to the cold glass while he fantasized what it would be like to be next to her warm body. Last night he followed her to a local restaurant and watched unseen as she met a man for dinner. This last did not sit well with him. Couldn’t the uninvited suitor see that she belonged to him?

Eddie knows where he’s going and what must be done. Briefly he looks up at Mary Sue’s unassuming home, he wonders what she’s doing but he already knows; she’s putting on her uniform for work. Mary Sue works the breakfast shift at the Broken Yolk Cafe; service starts at 5am. Creeping up the driveway he crouches and waits between her car and the garage. Eyes darting around to be sure he’s alone and has not been seen. As he waits he massages the strand of nylon rope in his pocket and he waits and he waits with much patience until the front door opens and the young woman walks out. Sensing no danger only the chill Mary Sue gathers her jacket tightly around her body to guard, she clutches her purse in one hand and her car keys in the other. In the shadows by the garage he waits and watches and holds his breath so that she does not see it against the blackness of the night around her. His eyes catch upon the moonlight as it dances on her golden hair. Eddie’s heart beats with an ever quickening pace. The rope in his pocket, clutched tightly in his hand, appears and he unravels it holding one end in each of his rough mitts.

She’s near now, so close he can smell her perfume; White Shoulders. He hears the soft pattern of her breathing and believes if he’s still enough he will be able to hear the beating of her heart as she puts her key into the driver’s door of the old beater she drives.

She must not get in the car. She must not drive off. Coming up close behind her he strikes! Bringing the strong rope over her head and across her throat he pulls her into him with all his might.

Fear! Paralyzing overwhelming fear!

Mary Sue cannot scream the air in her lungs is cut off as she wriggles and writhes as tries to break free. It is to no avail. Breath sultry and reeking of decay and alcohol on her cheek. Her golden strands catch in his beard and the stench of him fills what little air she is able to gulp. Something long and hard more frightening than the rope pushes into the small of her back as he holds her firmly to him.

Slowly her panicked body runs out of air and energy as the fight in her fades away and she succumbs to her fate. Darkness descends. Before she can breathe her last breath the rope falls away. Limp as a rag doll in his arms he turns her around, her blue eyes frozen in terror stare up at him as he looms over her. The palm of his calloused hand closes over the tender flesh of her wounded throat. Eddie’s lips greedily descend over hers while he squeezes and sucks the last breath from her body. The bulge in his black jeans soaked with his own release. “Don’t be afraid, I love you.” Eddie whispers from behind rotting teeth. “I love you. You will spend eternity in my embrace. I love you.”