Submitted for Friday Fictioneers.

I’ve been coming here for two years now.
Betty, behind the bar, knows more about me than most of my friends. She knows my favorite drink, the time of night I usually come in, and the fact I am always alone.
There are things Betty does not know about me. My darkest thoughts, the dangerous things I have done, the people I have killed. Only three so far but I have plans for many more.
I’m a good planner. I love details. I do a lot of research on the habits of my victims.
Tonight I am studying Betty.
Poor Betty. It sounds like he’s getting rid of witnesses. Betty would make a good witness if he’s brought to court on the other killings. Her job’s more dangerous than working in a convenience store. Good story and writing, Danny. —- Suzanne
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Thanks Suzanne. Always appreciate your thoughts.
DJ
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Creepy dude!
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🙂
DJ
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Ee, methinks Betty knows too much. Poor Betty, great take.
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Run Betty, Run!
This gave me chills.
Tracey
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🙂
DJ
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Dear Danny,
Chilling and very well written.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks! That made my day.
DJ
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I guess Betty has to die. Yup, I can see that
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Poor Betty.
DJ
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This guy’s a real psycho. Poor Betty 😦
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Wow! He’s certainly a man who can play a long game. Very menacing. Good one.
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