The Sandman
On the street they called him “The Sandman,” because he put
people to sleep… permanently. Miss a couple of payments, the leg breakers drop
by. Miss a whole bunch of payments; you got a visit from the Sandman. Legend
had it he loved killing people in their sleep.
No one knew how he killed them. No one ever saw him. There
was never any trace of forced entry. Not a sound was heard. The victims were
always found lying in their bed; looking like they were just sleeping
peacefully.
The rumors had already reached, Frank. He was going to get a
visit very soon. His last couple of bets really put him in a hole. One he
couldn’t get out of. As soon as he heard he was the next victim he went to his brother, the
only person he could trust. He borrowed as much money as possible,
cleaned out his accounts and left town on the first bus.
He sat waiting anxiously in a small, one horse town to begin
the next leg of his journey to Las Vegas. He tried to take his mind off his
troubles. Not exactly an easy thing in a small town surrounded by sand and
desert. It would be hours before his bus left. He eyed a couple of hookers
lingering near the station that looked inviting. He decided to pass the time
indulging his next biggest weakness, getting laid.
He nodded to the best looking of the two and was soon
following her to a room nearby. It was going to cost him a lot more than he
expected for a small town hooker, but she was too hot to pass up. Besides, he
still had plenty of money left. He would make it back at the tables in Vegas in
no time.
Once in the room the hooker started to undress. “Get naked
and hop on the bed, honey,” she ordered in a husky voice. "I’m gonna do you like
there’s no tomorrow."
"Damn!"
he thought to himself. He loved a girl that loved her work. He shed his
clothes quickly, climbing into bed as she went to put the chain lock on the
door.
She climbed into bed and wrapped her arms around him pulling
him close. She pressed her lips against his ear sighing with breathy passion.
“I like to fuck almost as much as I like to fuck people up. “
He stopped
kissing her neck as the meaning of her words sank in. He felt a sharp pain on
the back of his neck. The small ice-pick pierced deeply into his brain stem. He
never even got to scream. The Sandman's voice was cold as steel as he heard her
whisper into his dying ear.
“After we persuaded your brother to
tell us where you were headed, he gave us a message to give to you, Frankie
boy… don’t worry about paying his loan back either.”
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