Terror on the Beach

TERROR

ON

THE

BEACH

BY

PEGGY HOLLOWAY

Copyright 2011 by Peggy Holloway

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real.

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PROLOG

I walk in darkness.
I am darkness and my name is Twoon. I love evil and do evil but, because I am invincible, I never get caught. I like to see suffering and can cause great suffering. At night I roam the beaches, looking for some fool to come here alone.

My first time was with a bum.
I did it just to see if I could do it, and it was so easy. He was lying there drunk and I just walked up and started stabbing. It felt wonderful to see and smell so much blood. I got so excited I came without even touching myself. I stared in fascination as I watched the blood soak into the sand.  He never even cried out, the bastard, he was so drunk. I cleaned off my knife by sticking it into the sand. It reminded me of the stabbing and I got excited all over again.

No one came around and
I went home. I had to wash my clothes over and over to get the blood out. I was never caught. The excitement from that first time lasted almost two weeks. When the excitement died down, I had to go back to the beach to look for someone else.

The next time was easier but more risky.
It was a young woman who lived on the beach. It was shortly after midnight and she had just walked down to the beach. She was standing there watching the waves. When I walked up, she smiled at me and asked if I lived around there. I didn’t answer her and she had a questioning look on her face when she noticed the knife.

She still didn’t look scared and asked me what I was doing.
I smiled at her and she smiled back. She was very pretty with short brown curly hair she kept pushing out of her eyes. Her eyes were green. I could see her very well. She had left the porch light on at her house. I moved close to her and I could see that she was beginning to get scared. Her fear made me excited.

I grabbed her and threw her on the sand.
She started to scream and I put my hand over her mouth. I first stabbed her in the legs and worked my way up. I wanted the pleasure to last a long time. She fought like a wildcat. There was so much blood and again I got very excited and was disappointed when she finally died.

Some nights I can’t find
anyone on the beach alone and I go home really mad. I need so badly to experience suffering and blood.

One night I had walked the beach for what seemed like hours.
It was cold that night and I finally came upon a couple who were lying inside a sleeping bag getting it on. They were so into it they didn’t even see me come up.

I watched them for awhile.
They were groaning and moaning and making a lot of noise. I decided if I wanted to see some blood that night, I had to act fast. It had been a long dry spell for me and that was what made me take this risk.

Without even realizing it, I was on top of them stabbing.
Since they were zipped into the sleeping bag, they didn’t have a chance. I had a high old time with the stabbing that night. It was one of my most successful cases. They were both screaming and I was screaming. It was on an isolated area of the beach so no one could hear us. I must have put a hundred holes in
the sleeping bag before they quieted down. I unzipped the sleeping bag and rolled them out. I had to make sure they were dead.

I noticed they were naked from the waist down and had kicked their clothes down into the bottom of the sleeping bag.
The sleeping bag was soaked in blood. The girl gave a low moan and I was glad. That meant I could stab her some more which I did. I stabbed the boy some more and noticed he had a hard-on.

I
can’t describe how exciting all of this was. I came several times during the whole ordeal. I didn’t think that was possible. I stood for awhile and watched the blood soak into the sand. It took a long time that night to get myself and my clothes cleaned up and I went to bed and slept like a baby.

Suddenly I was famous.
I was in the newspapers. They were calling me The Beach Front Stabber. The police were quoted as saying they were going to be patrolling the beach and I thought it was really nice of them to warn me. What idiots! All I had to do was lay low until they got tired of their stupid games. They were warning everyone to stay off the beach at night.

I knew I would have to curb my appetite for awhile.
It would be even more exciting when I could go back after the long wait and anticipation. The cops are dumb. They will never catch me.

PART ONE:

SARAH

CHAPTER ONE

The alarm clock went off and I felt like I had just gone to sleep.
I had been working long hours lately. Just as I was getting in the shower, my phone started ringing. Always some hold up when you’re in a hurry.

I snatched up the receiver and practically screamed, “Sarah James.”

“Well, good morning to you too.”

“Robert, w
hy are you calling me so early?”

He chuckled, “I’m never going to make you into a morning person am I?”
Without waiting for me to reply he continued, “We found another body this morning on the beach. A white female looks like early 20s.”

“I thought it was finally over.
There hasn’t been any for more than two months.”

“Well, we thought so too, that’s why we pulled back some of the patrols.
This one was the worst yet. Looks like the son-of-a-bitch took all his frustrations out on her. He was probably mad he had to wait so long. I think you should consider staying with me for awhile.”

“Come on Robert, don’t start.
I’m not ready to move in with you.”

“Just until we catch this son-of-a-bitch, Sarah.
I’m not putting pressure on you to move in with me, I promised I wouldn’t.”

“I’ll think about it, Robert.”

But even as I said that, I felt a sense of panic.
I had to live by myself. I don’t know why but I had been like that since I had left home. I was an only child and I was never physically abused but I was told repeatedly how useless I was. My dad wasn’t around much. He was a sales rep. for a major computer company and made good money. Most of the time it was just mom and me.

I think she was angry at my dad for never being there and took her anger out on me.
When she got started, she would go on for hours telling me she wished I had never been born and that I was worthless. So I had to live alone at all costs.

Robert Ko
la is from Atlanta Georgia, but his ancestors are from Nigeria and many of them were brought over as slaves before the Civil War. He’s the sheriff of Monroe Beach, Georgia which, as you may have guessed, is on the coast.

Kola is one tough dude.
He is 6’4” with broad shoulders and all muscle. Sometimes he scares me when he gets angry about anyone getting hurt.

I live in a condo on the beach which I bought from money left to me by my grandmother, my daddy’s mother.
The condo is only a small one bedroom unit but it’s just right for me. Sometimes, when Robert sleeps over, it feels very cramped.

I own a boutique just down from the condo where I sell high end beach and cruise wear.
Some are my own designs. I earn good money but I work hard.

Robert didn’t like me living on the beach now since the stabbings started but I felt safe there.

CHAPTER TWO

Now I was for sure going to be late for work. After hanging up the phone I glanced at the clock. It was now 9:15 a.m. I decided to skip a shower and make up. Luckily today was Wednesday, a half day. Then I just might spend the rest of the day at the pool or at the beach. Robert would have a fit if he knew I even thought about going to the beach, but so far the Beach Front Stabber had only attacked at night.

I usually opened the shop around 9:15 a.m. even though I usually didn’t get any customers until around 10:00.
I liked to go in and see what we had gotten in shipment earlier that morning.

My one and only helper, Tory
, was a high school student and came in to receive the deliveries before going to school. She would bring the boxes into the storeroom/lounge. She had her own key so she could lock up before going to school.

Tory was a senior that year and I had to think about finding a replacement.
She would be going to college next fall at Georgia Tech.

She was going to be hard to replace.
She was a hard worker and willing to fill in whenever I needed her which was mostly on week-ends.

The first box I opened that morning contained some beautiful long sundresses.
I didn’t remember ordering them and figured Tory must have done so. She had been trying to learn and looked like she was catching on. Too bad she would be majoring in engineering and not fashion design.

I sipped coffee as I opened boxes until I heard the little bell over the door ring.
I looked at my watch. It was 11:15. Time had gone so fast. I made few sales until noon and then closed the shop.

I walked along the beach until I came to my condo complex, which was called Whispering Dunes.
My unit had a garage underneath and the living quarters upstairs. I let myself into the garage and happened to glance at my little green Ford Escort. Something was wrong. I walked closer and peered into the window and sure enough, I saw what I thought I saw.

The ashtray was full of cigarette butts.
I got in to lower the windows and noticed the gas tank was almost empty. I always filled it up when it got down to half a tank, Robert insisted on this.

I ran upstairs and, without even putting my purse down, I called Robert. He came over immediately with two deputies and a finger print kit and dusted for prints.

“He was probably wearing gloves, Sarah.
I don’t see any signs of a forced entry on the garage door facing the beach or the garage door facing the street.

“Unless he had a remote control, he couldn’t have come through the door facing the street.
Did you go out this way this morning?”

“I did but I didn’t notice anything then.
Of course, as you know,
I don’t notice much when I first get up in the mornings.”

“Well, you either have to stay with me until this creep is caught or else I will assign 24 hour bodyguard on you.
Which do you want?”

“Neither one.”

“Damn it, Sarah, I’m getting ready to take you into protective custody.”

“Can’t
you just have one of your deputies drive by every now and then? I don’t think this has anything to do with the beach front stabber. I think some kid took my car for a joy ride.”

“Does anyone beside you have a remote control to your garage?”

“No, no one. Not even you. If they had come in through the side door upstairs, no one would have noticed them and they could have come down the back stairs and hit the switch and made the door roll up. But if it had been during the night, it would have waked me up. It’s very loud.

“They must have taken it out during the day today while I was at work.”

Robert had the deputies check the side door but there was no forced entry there either. After the deputies left, Robert wanted to take me out to dinner but I was too shook up.

I didn’t want Robert to know how scared I was because I didn’t want him to start in again about me staying with him.

He ended up spending the night and, although it was nice to be held by a big strong man, I didn’t want to make love.
Lovemaking wasn’t one of my favorite things anyway. I never understood what the big deal was and had never had an orgasm.

When Robert and I first started sleeping together, he look
ed at it as a challenge and would spend hours trying to make me come. He eventually accepted it and we had developed a routine where he made love to me without either of us having any expectations.

  TWOON

I love being famous.
Now the newspapers are saying that the last girl I did was the worst because I took out all my frustrations on her for not being able to do it for awhile. Damn right. When are they going to learn? That last one was the best, but I think I can make it even better. It was over too fast. Last night I walked around on the beach for hours. No one showed up. Looks like I’ll have to switch to days. I get excited just thinking about doing it in the daytime. The risk is so much greater, it could be even more exciting. Oh, God, I’m getting turned on just thinking about it.