DEXTER MEETS HIS MATCH

Killing Them Softly

We’re not all rabid sadists

Photo by Konstantin Shmatov on Unsplash

First, let me say how lovely it is to have you here. And I’d like you to know how very special you are. Not just to me, but because you’re are one of God’s little snowflakes. Unique in this world with all your facets and foibles.

By now though, I’m sure you’re wondering, “Was it bad luck? Was I just in the wrong place at the wrong time?”

Well, no. You were very carefully chosen. Not in the “culled from the herd” kind of chosen, but specifically. That little tickle in the back of your mind — the shadow lurking just out of view — the constant feeling of being watched? Well, you were quite right — you were being watched. And followed. So, one big fat “I told you so” to your friends who didn’t listen and even intimated you were being paranoid. Won’t they feel bad now to know you were right?

I am a little surprised by your question, though. Usually, at this stage, most of my guests are asking “Why me?” Or vowing they haven’t seen me at all, so it’s totally safe to let them go.

Well, of course you haven’t seen me — why on earth would I let you? I’m not some recognition-craving megalomaniacal idiot. Nor do I have a deep-seated, unrealized desire to be stopped. Regardless of what the odd guest may think who…