Weaving in and out of objects the fog swerved like a tiger around its prey. I wound down my window and smelt the sweet sea salt smell of the fog. I turned right towards New Sharon Teacher’s college. That was all I could remember.
That night Jessica Perkins was killed. She was a lonely girl with few friends, she was walking to the Grinder when it happened.
Her head was missing and on the back of her white blouse was the message in her won blood ‘Jack’s Back!’.
This time I woke up in my own bed I glanced over to see the clock on the bedside table it was 7:30 a.m., not to late. I dressed then went to make breakfast downstairs, I saw my wife looking at old photo albums
“It was so perfect,” my wife said almost like she was watching me through the back of her head,
“What was?” I replied,
“We were, you had a brilliant job that you enjoyed and we were going to try to have a baby,”
“ We still can, and we’re still perfect babe,” I was getting a bit edgy now,
“Where have you been the previous nights?”
“Nowhere I was just out with the lads,” I lied
“Where you with another women?” she questioned
“No, I wasn’t. I’ve got to go to work,” I ran out of house before she could say anything else.
This time I didn’t dare look in my boot but I knew another head was in there even before I was greeted by the smell of stale rotten flesh.
The fog drifted into every nook and cranny of everything if anything got in it’s way it would swerve around then smoother it into the night. My headlights stabbed into the darkness yet still the fog pranced and jeered at me as if nothing could stop it. That fragrant sweet smell of the fog was to me like a succulent roast turkey was to a tramp on Christmas night.
Lucy Palmer was viciously murdered as she walked to her dormitory from her boyfriend read the main story of the newspaper. The headline was ‘Jack’s back!’
Knock knock …. knock knock. It woke me up from the couch, I looked at the time it read 12:30 p.m. in a mad rush I put on my work clothes, which were laying beside the couch, before I realised that it was a Sunday and I didn’t need to go to work. My wife obviously wasn’t in so
I had to answer the door myself. I opened the front door to see a policeman looking back at me,
“Good afternoon sir, I am here investigating a series of murders, your neighbour told me that your car….”
“It’s my wife’s,” then a moment of evil but brilliance struck me I could accuse my wife of the murders then leave New England to get away from Strawberry Spring and hopefully the police.
“Yes anyway, the car left yesterday at 10:20 p.m. and came back at 11:10, the murder was committed at around 10:50 just enough time for you to get back,”
“No I was in the living room watching Friends at ten thirty till eleven o’clock waiting for my wife to come home, I’m sure my neighbour saw my TV through the window,” my wife was asleep at 10 o’clock but I had left the TV on by accident.
“So your wife wasn’t in?” the policeman questioned
“No just like she hasn’t been the night before and the one before that,” I tried to sound hurt it wasn’t very good but he was buying it.
“Also last night I found,” I gulped “I found a human’s head in my wife’s car boot, it’s just out here I’ll show you,”.
After I escaped from the policeman’s questioning I got a rent-a-car and drove to an airport, I knew that the police were after me because they must of got DNA readings off my victims. So I’ve got a plane ticket to Japan I just hope I’ll get through customs.