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Killed by a Serial Killer

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What happens after death? Troy and his friend, Blake, find out the hard way after these two adventurous teens venture into an abandoned insane asylum, on the hunt for proof of lost spirits – only they stumble across the hideout of a serial killer instead! As if a bad twist of fate, both Troy and Blake are killed. Now spirits themselves, they find themselves trapped inside the walls of the asylum. Will they be able to move on? And who or what is keeping them inside? Early Access to more chapters & more: patreon.com/treydeibel Books available on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Killed-by-a-Serial-Killer/dp/B07XDMXXQ2/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3MLEKG3MJQON0&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.v71jPdHc-SBhQ34yT4mD1w.LF3bupW5i20Er4lraLeg7C5YvWBi2S-nDG8DAOcehBA&dib_tag=se&keywords=killed+by+a+serial+killer+trey&qid=1766169633&sprefix=killed+by+a+serial+killer+trey%2Caps%2C178&sr=8-1 Copyright 2019 Bruce Deibel III All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. First Printing, 2019 Published by Trey Deibel
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1: Spirits

March 18, 2023

 

I felt a pain in my chest, like a ball of needles was pressing against it, and I had no recollection of anything; no memories, no idea of who I was, nothing.

A blank slate.

A light was radiating against my closed eyelids. I awoke, and my gaze slowly focused on the naked bulb above me, dangling by a thin wire connected to a wooden ceiling. It started slow, but I soon became somewhat aware of my body, though it took a minute to realize no movement was possible. My legs were straight as posts, and my arms were stretched out like a butterfly. Pulling my head upward, I saw thick leather straps over my arms, legs, and stomach, tightened like a belt. I could hardly feel them against my skin; only the pain in my chest. My quickening breath was visible in front of my face as I realized I was strapped to a wooden table. Saliva pooled in the back of my throat, and I swallowed, panicked. More saliva came, and over and over I gulped it down as a half-baked method to soothe my mind and heart. Although, it really did little to help. I twisted my limbs, turning my legs and arms, barely feeling the friction of the fabric tug against my skin.

Then a man appeared over me! Strong brown eyes gazed down at me through a mask made from a bear's skull, brown hair just as wild looking. In his hand was a knife, fresh blood dripping down the steel and over the handle and his black glove.

I jolted awake to see Blake tugging on my arm. "Troy!" he repeated over and over again. I sat up, dazed. My body felt numb. In fact, I couldn't feel my body at all. "Troy!"

Good. That must have been some jacked up nightmare. Now I must be awake.

"What?" I answered.

"Troy, we're dead!" Blake yelled in my face. His hands wrapped around the neck of my shirt. "Troy, we are dead!" he repeated while squatting over me.

"Wh-what are you ta-talking about?" I squinted.

"You don't remember?"

"Remember what? What's going on?"

I shoved his hands off my shirt and slouched up against a wall behind me. Still dazed, he was the only thing I could focus my vision on; the scenery around me was a complete blur.

"Troy, he killed us!" Blake panted, clearly shaken.

My mind raced for an answer. "Who?"

The memories then flooded back in my head, and I was taken back in time - back to the moment it happened.

The moment I died!