It was 7 in the morning when a murder was reported. A hawker was on his way selling things when he spotted someone in a dark alleyway. He had called the ambulance and accompanied the injured girl to the hospital. Upon arriving at the hospital the doctors announced her as a decreased. Soon the police were involved in the murder.
Anne Su a 29 year old single woman. She was a doctor and the person whose body was found be that hawker. She was stabbed near her heart by a surgical knife. Her only friend Maria Will cried her eyes out after receiving the news of her death.
Investigation was done. Nothing unusual was found. Like everyday she had left the hospital after her shift ended and left to go home. The only different thing was that it was her last day walking back to her house. No suspects, no evidence. In fact she was a pretty simple woman, no one among her acquaintances had any reason to kill her.
So why did that happen? It wasn't even a case of theft. Her jewellery were intact and so were the cash in her purse. Four weeks. Exactly four weeks had passed but nothing. Except the fact that it was a surgical knife with which the attack was done nothing else was known. Finally after consulting with Anne's parents the case was closed. Her mom and dad were reluctant to agree but they didn't have any other option too.
The day the case was closed someone had an extravagant dinner in an restaurant alone and had gone back to her house. The person went inside her house and opened a slightly rusty door. Inside there were the pictures of many people and everyone there had died after being stabbed by a surgical knife. The girl took the picture of Anne which she had brought with her and hung it up on the wall. It was the 18th picture. 18th Ah! That was her favorite number.
She closed the door again and stood near it. The girl spoke, "You are so lucky to be attaining peace so early. Only the people with a mole on their neck are so fortunate. Because I only kill the people who have them. Death is nice. It really is. I was so happy to meet you. And like everybody I had killed you for doing something which you shouldn't have done. "
Suddenly the girl's phone rang. It was a call from Anne's mother. The woman spoke, "Maria I heard you had a cold take care. After Anne left you are her for us. " The girl showed a victorious smile and said, " Don't worry Aunty I will take care. " Anne's mother hung up the call.
Yes it was none other than Maria Will the only friend of Anne. No one knew but Maria was a serial killer. Maria had an obsession with people who had a mole on their neck. She loved the people with that whether it be a boy or a girl. But whenever that person tried dating someone other than her, she killed them. Maria didn't like her possession getting close to others. And everytime she killed someone, she would cry for days.
Maria looked at the door another time and went back to the kitchen to do house chores. It was time for her to choose a new possession. And a new possession meant a new excitement of how and when he/she will be killed.
No one knew who Maria was. And no one ever will.
Why did it have to be Anne? No answer.
Because a Psychopath needed no reason. And she was one of them.
