Damn, I just almost broke my hand trying to close the door to my office. I knew I had to finish this story by morning, so I figure now is the best time to get started. As an idea popped into my head, I could smell the coffee I’ve made and could hear a buzz from my cell phone. CONCENTRATE I kept reminding myself. But the coffee does sound good.

The man in room 2205. As I write across the page. Sounds good right? As I mumble to myself

The Grindr Killer

By: Cris B

Ch. 1

The smell, everyone had gotten used to it, but still complained. The stench of the room 2205, nobody including the staff knew or understood what was happening in there. Only Steven, the owner of that room knew. The smell was described to me as rotting flesh or some kind of animal that’s gone bad a month ago.

What Steven knew was that he got to take care of the corpses before anyone got even more suspicious. Hopefully the cops never would come…

As I opened the door to him suite, he could see the flesh of his roommate hanging in the closet. I chucked thinking he should’ve never trusted me as much as he did and now just look at him, he’s officially hanging in there…..

With me, forever.

I knew that he had a family and kids, but why wasn’t anyone looking for him? I just remind myself it doesn’t matter. He is now all mine. ONLY. I was not a bad guy, but the loneliness of being the only gay I knew was getting to me. I didn’t want to kill him, but he didn’t give me any other choice. I loved him, but he didn’t love me. He was just using me for a quickie and for sex.

Now he got his justice.

And I could cuddle with his body as long as I wanted.

But I knew I needed a better way to hide his corpse. Maybe I needed to cut him up into pieces to better hide him.