Rachana--Killer

Hunter looked around for an explanation and almost cried when he couldn't find one.  He had a dead girl lying in his lap and the thought of not being able to explain it was almost too much for him.  

This wasn't the first time it had happened. Just the other week he had been walking past the school when he blacked out unexpectedly. When he came to, he was sitting in the middle of a sand pit, with a knife in his hand and a bloody boy on the slide.

He hadn't known what to do, so he buried the knife and brought the boy back with him to his house in a panic. In hindsight, he probably should have called the police but it was too late for that now.

Looking at the girl in his lap made him want to throw up. He swallowed, hard, and picked up the girl.

Now at home, he looked at the dead bodies (there were now six in total) and wondered if he should try again to find out the real killer. It wasn't that he hadn't tried before, it was just that the killer had been smarter.  Every attempt to catch the killer had been met with crushing defeat and until the smell of the bodies became too much to bear, Hunter saw no reason to try and catch the killer again.

With every kill, Hunter had only become more confused. He had no relation to any of the bodies and he was left with no way to find out their identities. They were all of different ages, genders, races and they were all killed at different times with different "resting times" in between.

As he was getting into bed, he felt someone staring at him. He turned on the light and screamed when he saw the body hanging from the ceiling fan. This time, it was someone he knew. His neighbor. He had only seen her a few times but she seemed nice even though she refused to give him the time of day. He thought her name was Ashley, or Ashlyn or, well, it didn’t matter now.

Maybe it was time to get someone else involved. He didn’t have very many friends but there was Chase. An overeager teenager that would have replaced Hunter’s shadow if Hunter had asked. Chase was an avid fan of mysteries and would love a chance to use his “Nancy Drew instincts”.

After explaining what had been happening to him in the past few weeks, Hunter asked Chase to always have a video camera on him.

A few days later, there was another murder. As Hunter was jogging through the neighborhood, he saw Chase one minute, and darkness the next. When he came to, he had one hand interlocked with a dead body and a rope in the next. On the verge of screaming, Hunter realized that it had happened again and Chase was nowhere to be seen.

As he turned over the body, his heart stopped. The body belonged to Chase.

With tears in his eyes, he saw that Chase was holding a note. Hunter grabbed the note and couldn’t believe what he was reading.

“I am the killer. The other bodies are people who have hurt me in the past. Your DNA is all over them and the police are on their way to your house. Good luck explaining this one.”