Sabrina's World

So far this book is untitled 

Prologue

     I never thought in my life I would ever end up here; surrounded by these padded walls with bars on the windows. I guess it is my fault though; I am the monster the news has been going on and on about. I just never imagined I would ever get caught. After twenty-five years I finally got sloppy and they caught up to me. Such as shame I could have done so much more.

Chapter 1: The Interview

Reporter: How are you today?

Killer: How am I? How do you think I am? I sit here day after day surrounded by white padded walls, bar covered windows, and sit shackled to a chair. At night they leave the lights on, it makes it hard to sleep. It’s like if the darkness touches us we transform into something unnatural. Restrained like some kind of monster.

Reporter: So, you are saying that you are a monster?

Killer: HA! A monster, no I’m not a monster.

Reporter: What would you call yourself then?

Killer: Hmm, a creature of nature. We are all creatures of nature and instinct.

Reporter: Where do you want to begin?

Killer: I guess from the beginning. That is a good place to start right?

Reporter: Yes. Let’s talk about your childhood. Was there anything unusual or out of the ordinary?

Killer: My childhood was quite normal actually. I had two very hard working loving parents, four other siblings, lived in a great neighborhood, and went to a wonderful school.

Reporter: Were you abused by anyone in your life?

Killer: Why is it when someone does something out of the ordinary everyone always assumes that there was some kind of abuse? NO! I was not abused, mentally, physically, or emotionally.

Reporter: Did you always get along with your peers and family members? Did you have trouble with authority figures?

Killer: I was never really in any kind of trouble. I did the normal things that kids do but nothing more than making a bad grade on a test once or twice.

Reporter: How were you as a teenager?

Killer: As a teenager, well that is when I realized I wasn’t like everyone else.

Reporter: What do you mean you weren’t like everyone else?

Killer: When I was thirteen my family went on vacation to our cabin in Silver Creek like we did every summer. Families from all around spent their summers there. One afternoon a bunch of us went to the lake near the quarry to hang out and swim. We would all climb the big rocks and dive off. I jumped off the rock but I didn’t jump out far enough. When I hit the water I ended up hitting the rocks at the bottom of the shallow end. When I came up to the surface everyone started screaming because I had blood pouring from my head and face. I was air lifted to the hospital but the whole time I never felt any pain. 

Reporter: No pain at all?

Killer: No, not one ounce of pain. It was then it occurred to me that I had never felt any pain as far back as I can remember. The doctor’s and my parents could not figure out what was going on. I spent three weeks in the hospital having test after test ran to find out there was nothing wrong except I couldn’t feel pain. At the time they didn’t have a name for it but later found out it was a congenital insensitivity to pain.

Reporter: What was done about this insensitivity to pain?

Killer: Day in and day out I had to undergo a complete physical, I wasn’t allowed to do a lot of things I normally did before. It wasn’t too bad just kind of boring.

Reporter: Tell me about your first kill?

Killer: My first kill huh! It was actually just a moment of rage and anger. I was 15 and it was my boyfriend at the time. I was supposed to be staying the weekend at a friend’s house but I was really going camping with my boyfriend Jake who was leaving for the military. What I didn’t know is that he was going to break up with me on this trip. We went back to the quarry in the Silver creek woods where it is secluded and peaceful. Friday night was great; we made love by the fire all night long. We had spent all day Saturday taking in nature and just talking about our future. That night we were lying by the fire talking and he got silent when I started talking about when he got back from the army. He turned to me and without showing any emotion said, “Maybe we should go our separate ways because military life is unpredictable and I don’t want to hold you back by making you wait for me.” Well, my heart sank into the pit of my stomach as I started to cry. I just told him that yeah maybe it was a good idea. After he had fallen asleep I laid there thinking how I didn’t want to go on without him and some other girl have him. I pulled his hunting knife out from under the sleeping bag, straddled his body, and cut his throat from ear to ear. I checked for a pulse and he didn’t have one so I cut his heart out. It would be mine forever. I placed it in a small storage bag with alcohol and put it in my backpack.

Reporter: What did you do with the rest of the body?

Killer: I cut it into pieces, burned it as much as it would burn, and then buried it by our tree that he had carved our initials.

Reporter: Were you afraid of being caught?

Killer: Not really, back then there was no DNA testing and as far as anyone knew he was driving to Florida for basic training.

Reporter: What about all of the bloody clothing and sleeping bags?

Killer: I burnt all of that and dumped it in the quarry along with the knife.

Reporter: The police have recovered over fifteen bodies that were nothing but skeletal remains. How many were there?

Killer: Are you really sure you want to know? Does it even really matter? One murder is going to get a needle in my arm so does it really matter how many there were?

Reporter: Yes, I would like to know. It does matter because the families of these men need closure.

Killer: I can’t really say how many there has been over the last 25 years but I can tell you how to find out. It will give you every single name. At my parent’s home in Silver Creek in my old bedroom, there under the bed beneath the floor board is a shoe box with all of their driver’s licenses. I kept them as souvenirs to remember.

Reporter: Why would you want to remember?

Killer: So I always know what I did and if anyone ever found out they would know too.

Reporter: It sounds like you are remorseful. Do you feel guilty?

Killer: Guilty, hmmm honestly no. It doesn’t really bother me one bit but then again I don’t feel much of anything emotionally.

Reporter: Would you have killed more if you were not caught?

Killer: Most likely but I’m getting older which makes it harder to get men to fall for me.

Reporter: Have you ever killed a woman?

Killer: No, I’ve never had a reason to kill a woman.

Reporter: Well we are almost out of time. Would you mind meeting with me as your case progresses?

Killer: Not at all. Maybe you could write a book about me someday.

Chapter 2: The Story Begins

     I was born Leila Marie Stokes on Sunday January 21, 1950 in the little town of Silver Creek in West Virginia; population 500. It was an incredible town, lots of tourists, cabins, mines, and shipping yards. Everyone knew everyone in this town. My father owned several businesses throughout town and a few cabins. My mother was a stay at home mom. During the summer we would go to our cabin and spend a few weeks before the tourist came into town. Around July 1^st was the busiest time for our little town. The tourist would bring in millions to our town. All of us kids would work in my dad’s businesses during the summer.

     When I was 15 years old I began high school and was accepted to the Silver Creek High School Cheerleading Squad. I had been in gymnastics my whole life because my older sister was in it and I looked up to her. School came natural to me, I excelled at it. Cheerleading also came very natural to me. I was the youngest captain ever to be assigned to the cheerleading squad which made a lot of girls mad. I started to get attention from the Captain of the football team, Jake, who was a senior. The Fall Ball was coming up and Jake asked me out of all of the girls in the school. I was very excited. From that day on we were inseparable. Things were wonderful, I got Jake a job at my dad’s hardware store so we were able to see each other every day after school. We were the Prom King and Queen and before we knew if Jake was graduating. But what I didn’t know until that night was that in just two weeks he was leaving for the military. I was heartbroken and very sad but I hid it from him. We made plans to spend his last weekend in town camping at the old Sulfur Quarry. My parents thought I was going to a friend’s cabin with her family and his parents thought he would be on his way to Florida for basic training.

     The weekend had finally come and I was so excited. I met him at the railroad crossing and we headed into the woods. When we got there is was so calm and dark. He started the fire while I unpacked the car. We made love by the fire all night long. The next morning I made breakfast then we headed off to take a swim. After coming back to the camp site I made us lunch then we sat talking about our future and how we would be together after he gets out of the army. Later that evening I made dinner for the two of us then we laid there holding one another talking. To my surprise he started talking about how we should go our separate ways after he leaves because he didn’t want to hold me back from having a life. Quickly I became enraged, my heart dropped, and my tears started to fall. I just agreed with him and lay down beside him. He had fallen asleep and I just laid there thinking that he had someone knew, he had lied to me, he wanted someone else. Without another thought I pulled his hunting knife from under the sleeping bag, straddled his waist, and cut his throat. If I couldn’t have him no one else would, ever, His heart was mine forever. I cut it from his chest. It was still beating, warm, and now it was forever mine. I put it in a small bag and poured alcohol from the first aid kit in it. Worried that someone would find the body I cut it up and burnt it. I burned all of the sleeping bags, clothing, and trash that were around. I put the parts that didn’t burn in a trash bag so I could bury them. I found a rock and placed it on his gas pedal and sent his car into the Quarry where no one would ever find it along with the left over ashes from the fire. I lay down and slept the whole night through and as soon as morning came I headed to the main road to get a ride into town.

Chapter 3: The Summer of Love

           A few weeks after the incident at the Quarry my family was on their way to the cabin for our summer vacation. I loved this time of year because I met so many new people, went swimming in the lake, and got to hang out with friends I had made the year before. We always arrived about mid morning because my father wanted to get the cabin aired out and everything put away so we were able to spend the evening with a bon-fire out back. After arriving we opened all the windows, unpacked everything, and stocked the cabinets.

     It was exciting to see how many people began moving in for their vacations. I went to the lake in hopes of meeting up with some old friends, but found something so much better. A group of very nice looking guys were on the beach playing volley ball. Not even thinking twice I moved as close to them as I could get, stripped down to my bikini, and laid down to get some sun. Right away I noticed them looking at me, on in particular. He was around six feet tall, dark brown hair, bright blue eyes, and muscles that went on for days.

      Before Jake I would have never imagined flirting with guys or flaunting myself around any guy; but now I crave the attention. I hoped they would finish their game soon so any of them would come over and talk to me. I didn’t have to hope very long. I started putting some sunscreen on myself and sure enough tall, dark, and handsome was on his way over. He asked if he could help me out and who am I to deny him from helping me protect myself from the sun. I turned over so he could rub me down. His hands were so soft and strong. We sat and talked for a while; his name was Ben and he lived about ten miles from Silver Creek.