Shadows in the bathtub: The Unseen Horror of a Serial Killer

The cold, steel door clanged shut behind him, sealing in the suffocating silence of the old, abandoned house. The air was thick with the scent of mildew and decay, a constant reminder of the building's forgotten past. The killer, known only as "The Tubber," had chosen this desolate place as the setting for his next act of horror. He had been silent for months, biding his time, waiting for the right moment to strike again.

The Tubber had a ritual. It was the same every time. He would select his victims from the streets, those who were least likely to be missed. They were the ones who had slipped through the cracks of society, the forgotten souls who had been cast aside by the world. He would approach them with a mask of kindness, offering help or a friendly gesture, and then, when they were most vulnerable, he would drag them to his chosen location.

Tonight, his target was a young woman, a street performer who had spent her nights dancing for change on the city's busiest corner. The Tubber had watched her for weeks, studying her habits, waiting for the perfect moment. Now, as he carried her lifeless body through the dark corridors of the abandoned house, he felt a shiver of excitement run down his spine.

He reached the bathtub, an old, porcelain vessel that had seen better days. The Tubber had chosen it for a reason; it was the perfect symbol of his victims' final moments of life. He gently placed the woman in the tub, ensuring she was submerged completely. The water, cold and still, seemed to absorb the life from her body, the color draining from her skin as if the tub itself were a monster, waiting to feast on its prey.

As he stood back, observing the scene, he felt a strange sense of calm wash over him. This was his art, his creation. The Tubber was a collector of souls, each one a unique piece in his macabre collection. He had a vision, a purpose, and this was his calling.

The Tubber's mind was a dark, twisted place. He had been haunted by the memories of his own childhood, the violence and neglect that had shaped him into the monster he was now. He had seen his own mother killed before his eyes, a brutal murder that had left him alone in the world. From that moment on, he had vowed to take control of his own destiny, to become the master of his own fate, even if it meant stepping over the line into darkness.

He had spent years perfecting his craft, studying the psychology of his victims, learning how to manipulate them to his will. The Tubber had become an expert in the art of murder, each killing more calculated and precise than the last. He had become a master of disguise, blending into the shadows, becoming one with the darkness that surrounded him.

As he stood in the abandoned house, the Tubber's mind drifted back to the first time he had committed his crime. He had been a boy, not much older than the street performers he now targeted. It had been a mistake, a tragic accident, but it had set him on a path that he could never turn back from. He had been fascinated by the power he held, the control he could exert over the lives of others.

The Tubber had become a serial killer, a man who had chosen to live in the shadows, to hide from the world and its judgment. He had created a life for himself that was as dark and twisted as his own mind, a life filled with pain and suffering, with death and destruction.

The young woman's body lay in the bathtub, still and silent. The Tubber knew that her life was over, that she was now a part of his collection. He had taken her away from the world, had stolen her life, and now he would make sure that she would never be found.

He stepped back from the tub, taking one last look at his creation. The Tubber knew that this was just the beginning. There were more lives to take, more souls to collect. He had a vision, a purpose, and he would not stop until he had achieved his goal.

The Tubber turned and left the abandoned house, the shadows of the building closing in around him as he disappeared into the night. He was a ghost in the city, a monster that no one would ever see, a man who lived in the depths of his own mind, a man who was truly alone in a world filled with horror.