Such.
Pretty.
Fruits.
When that pretty little‘druggie’was lowered into the ground, he knew to wait a day or three until the family had moved on.
They always did.
On that third night, though, they would be brought back to the surface, and it was an arduous task.
It.
Took.
Hours.
But you couldn’t rush the process. It had to be done under the cover of night, as quietly as possible. All that work was worth the sweet reward.
With each victim he’d killed and chosen to unearth, he had to make sure they were put where he wouldn’t be watched, and luckily for him, there was only one that fit his criteria.
It was big.
It was quiet.
It was accessible.
It was his hunting ground.
While digging up his precious flowers, he had to stay alert because it tookHOURSto dig up a body, and it was work.
Ahhhh, but the treasure afterward was well worth it.
Like now.
Lory Vanbruggen was within his reach. Using the drill he’d gotten, he undid each of the corners of the casket to open it up. It was tricky when standing on it, but he managed to lift the lid.
And find her.
The family had paid a lot for her burial, and he wanted to make sure they got their money’s worth.
Every.
Single.
Penny.
She was still beautiful, and in the moonlight, he enjoyed how she looked.
She was pristine in her pretty white dress that someone had lovingly picked out for her.
He almost wished he wasn’t such a dirty mess from digging.
“Hello, Lory, my sweet flower. It’s been too long. I’ve missed you.”
He grinned at her.
She looked like she was sleeping, and he loved that moment before he could defile them when they looked like sleeping angels.
