I Spent A Week With A Serial Killer.

Open Tales NG
Aug 29, 2017 · 2 min read

My name is Martha and I used to have a serial killer as a friend. He was a Phd student studying something about death patterns in the 90s.

I didn’t know at first & I always suspected something about him was off but never imagined it would be that he was a cannibal.

I was barely 17, struggling to get into University and he was 40 or 41. There’s this thing where you visit different unis with conditional offers and have a “feel” of the environment to decide where you want to study. I met him on one of such visits, he was nice & knew pretty much everywhere in the city so we got talking.

First thing he said when we settled down to grab a bite was “do you ever get horrible intrusive thoughts?” I replied in the affirmative & we laughed about how funny it’d be to kick someone into a pile of dirt randomly or suffocate someone for no reason.

We stopped over at his house the next day to pick up a folder he left. He had piles of clothes all over, and pictures of crowbars and weird farming tools. I asked him about the pictures and he said he enjoyed drawing dangerous things. We laughed.

I was dazed when I got back to Nigeria months after and saw his face on virtually all the British news channels. “Serial cannibal killer apprehended”.

Amazing.

Disclaimer: Name has been changed at author’s behest.

)

Open Tales NG
Welcome to a place where words matter. On Medium, smart voices and original ideas take center stage - with no ads in sight. Watch
Follow all the topics you care about, and we’ll deliver the best stories for you to your homepage and inbox. Explore
Get unlimited access to the best stories on Medium — and support writers while you’re at it. Just $5/month. Upgrade