The Graveyard Robber

'THE GRAVEYARD ROBBER STRIKES AGAIN' Frida Visconde's remains were recovered in an abandoned pig pen near Greendale's lake. Like the previous victims, the body has been mutilated and was slipped inside a medium sized luggage Whether dead or alive, this deranged serial killer who terrorized Greendale for over a decade goes between stealing corpses from freshly dug graves and k********g redhead women. In the tenth year of his on and off killing spree, this report is to commemorate dozens of Irish women who died a brutal death in the hands of The Graveyard Robber- Caleb's instict reacted upon hearing the name he abhorred greatly. Grunting, he reached for the remote and tried switching channels but it only shows one name in the headline, The Graveyard Robber. "That bastard made it into the state's headlines, he must be celebrating now." The frustrated Caleb Dahmer chose to turn the tv off, slipped into his leather jacket and jumped from his seat. He pulled a malboro and a lighter from his jeans as he walked towards the front door. "Off to school?" He turned to the deep husky voice from the kitchen It was his uncle Leo, the only family he considered. "Uhm, yeah." He replied, clearly not sure of his own answer. He's in his late 40's but remains to have a good built, Uncle Leo fostered him after his mother's death and when his father moved to Texas to get remarried. "Better be here before 7 pm, lad. It's your mom's 10th death anniversary." He added, But he was only talking to Caleb's back, the youngster already passed the door way leaving his Uncle dumbfounded. Caleb hopped in his Nissan GTR, placed a lit cigar between his lips and sat there in silence. Reminiscing the horrid memory from 10 years ago, the night his mother was abducted by a man with a mask made of human skin. He could still remember the acrid scent of decomposition from the man like it happened minutes ago, it was a vivid memory carved in his mind; the moment he came face to face with the Graveyard Robber. His hand crumpled into a fist, he must find out who that bastard is. Fired up by the sudden resurfacing of his forgotten emotions, he threw the cigarette outside the window and started the car engine. The students scrammed from the sight of him. With his tall and muscular built, long disheveled hair, peircings and lip stud, he has that punk look that scares away people. Well, except one. Everyone has their vanquishers indeed. There she stood before him, her nose as if reaching the ceiling as she placed both hands on her waist. Proudly arguing with another student, "I'm telling you, Ed Gein is not a serial killer!" Caleb squinted, studying the girl's features. She has his back on him and probably didn't notice his presence. The height is 5'2 or so, with fair complexity and small body but what caught his attention was her natural vibrant red hair, which reminded him of the killer's pattern of victims. The Graveyard Robber loves killing readheads, and the person before him is another potential victim or a potential bait that'll be the key to end this 10 year terror