Description

Murder isn’t just a crime. It’s a calling. A language. A work of art. You see a body. I see a blank canvas. You see a crime scene. I see a masterpiece in progress. You think I’m a monster. I think you’re finally starting to understand.

In this collection of 50 dark, relentless, blood-soaked thrillers, you won’t just read about serial killers you’ll step inside their minds. Every blade has a purpose. Every drop of blood has meaning. Every story is a whisper from the abyss, daring you to look closer.

A detective stands in a pristine apartment, staring at a calendar where time is unraveling—dates out of order, numbers scattered like a puzzle. Today was never supposed to exist.

A dinner party takes a sudden, horrifying turn when the guests realize the murder mystery game isn’t a game at all. The host smiles. He’s been waiting for this moment.

A notebook filled with numbers taunts the police. Some are neat. Some are scrawled with violent strokes. Some are carved into skin. Each one leads to the next victim.

A killer paints in flesh and bone, his victims transformed into grotesque sculptures of suffering. His final piece is almost finished. He just needs one last subject.

Do you feel it yet? That creeping unease, the slow, gnawing realization? You’re not just reading. You’re playing along.

Some killers want revenge. Some want to be caught. And some? Some just want an audience.

You think you’re safe, don’t you? That these are just stories?

They aren’t.

You think you know how this ends.

You don’t.

You think you’re alone right now.

You’re not.

Step inside. The game has already begun.