The most famous female serial killer, Samantha Alex, who once was a sweet young thing, turned to the dark side after a fatal car crash.

It was a rainy night in late September as her and her brother, Antony, were travelling from their parents’ house. The car they were riding in, Samantha’s beat-up Volkswagen, had submerged into the water of The Mississippi River. Though Antony was driving, Samantha got hit the worst. Samantha had sustained a minor head injury, thus starting the process of becoming the serial killer.

As she regained consciousness, she barely remembered the crash, though she felt off. She knew something was different, but there was no way to know what.
As Samantha sat in the hospital bed, she began to think. She thought about what she liked and what she didn’t like. She thought about the things she liked to do, the stuff that made her feel at home. Family, friends, swimming, eating. Her mind seemed to revert back to one thing though. Murder. Soon, she realized what she had to do. She had to kill.
Who will my first victim be? she thought, as she looked around the hospital room, searching for a weapon, or an escape.
Suddenly, the nurse that had taken care of her for the past few days rushed in with a syringe in her hand. She slowly approached Samantha. Samantha snapped out of her thoughts, narrowing her eyes at the nurse.
The nurse smiled, trying to calm Samantha down. Samantha slightly smiled, thinking of what she could do. As the nurse stepped closer to her, Samantha grabbed the syringe from her hand. She held the nurse by her neck and plunged the syringe into her eye, squirting whatever was in it into her bloodstream.

She looked down at the nurse’s uniform, searching for a name tag.

Francesca, she read.

As she laid Francesca on the floor, she looked into the punctured eye to see it bulging.

“What was in that syringe?” she asked, truthfully curious.

The nurse shook her head, as she tried to speak. “I don’t- I don’t know. The doc-.”

Francesca slowly laid her head down, as if the nurse had no strength to continue. Her eye bulged from its socket as Francesca took her last breath.

Samantha smiled, as she slowly undressed Francesca. She shrugged on her uniform, taking off the name tag. She threw the name tag at Francesca’s body and stalked out the door.

She made her way out of the hospital, only being stopped once by this stupid teenager looking for his girlfriend. Sam slowly but surely disposed of him in the men’s bathroom, using a pair of scissors she snatched from the nurse’s station.

Two down, millions to go, She thought.



She walked away from the hospital, wishing for a good Samaritan to stop and give her a ride. She soon got her wish as a blue and white Tahoe slowed down in front of her and waited for her to catch up.

She hopped into the cab, smiling at her next victim, though he had no idea.

“What’s a beautiful young thing like you doing on a lonely road like this?” he asked, apparently trying to make conversation. She looked through the windows of the Tahoe, examining the buildings on the so called “lonely” road.

Sam smirked, looking back at the driver. “What is your name, sweetheart?” she asked, setting her hand on his knee.

He tensed and held the steering wheel tighter, so tight his knuckles turned white. “My names Aaron. Aaron Smiles at your service.”

“Well, Aaron Smiles, I think this might be the worst day of your life,” she spoke, as she moved her hand to the back of his neck.

He pulled the Tahoe over, unbuckled his seatbelt, and sat so that he was facing her. “And why exactly is that, miss?”

She smirked evilly, “Because of this.” She exclaimed, as she slammed his head on the steering wheel. He groaned in pain as she pulled his head back and did it again. And again. And again. Until she was sure that he was taking his last breath.

She maneuvered his body so that she could push him out of the door, but before she did, she opened his eyelids and smiled.

She pushed him out the door, buckled the seat belt, started the Tahoe, and continued down the road.


It took her a while to find where she was going, but she found it. The house she grew up in. The house where her mother gave birth to both Samantha and Antony. The big Victorian house where she would run and play in the front yard.

She smiled maliciously, as she retrieved the spare key that was still in the fake rock along the sidewalk.

Samantha pushed the key into the lock, unlocking the door. She stepped into her family’s home and slowly walked forward. She glanced into the living room on her right. She noticed her brother’s bag, as if he had been staying there. She looked straight toward the staircase. Sam treaded up them, careful to not disturb anyone who might be there.

When she got to the top, she continued her path to her old room. As she passed her brother’s old room, she heard giggles and whispers. Sam pushed the door open to reveal Antony with a woman.

All she saw was red. She couldn’t believe it. He was cheating. ON HER!

“How could you do this? How could you cheat on me like this?” She asked, slowly walking forward.

Antony swiftly stood up, as if trying to stop Samantha from doing something.

Antony ran to her, grabbing her shoulder. “Sammie, what are you doing? Why are you here? You’re supposed to be in the hospital.”

Sam looked at Antony. “Dante, I can’t believe you. I can’t believe you would cheat on me. We are getting married.”

She stepped forward. Sam continued stepping forward until Antony’s back hit the wall. She pushed him against the wall, holding his neck in a death grip. She reached behind him and pulled him down, causing his lips to meet hers. She stood there kissing him, as if they had been lovers for a while.

She pulled away, with a slight smile on her face. Antony’s face held disgust. “Sam, Dante died. Last year. Don’t you remember?”

Samantha shook her head, as if clearing her mind. “That’s right. I remember now. You killed him.”

The look on Antony’s face was pure fear. “That’s not what happened, Sammie, and you know it!” He explained, as he tried pushing her away.

“I DON’T CARE!!” She exclaimed, as she grabbed his alarm clock. She pulled the cord from the wall, wrapping it around his neck. She pulled until his neck was blue.

“I loved him. We were gonna get married and have beautiful babies with blonde hair and blue eyes. We were gonna be happy. BUT you ruined that. And for that, you must die.”

Sam watched as the life left her brother’s eyes, smiling like a kid who just got candy.

By this time, Antony’s date was screaming. Samantha looked at her and smiled. The girl was standing in front of the window, that just happened to be open.

All she saw, as she rushed towards the girl, was red. They tumbled out of the window at a high speed. They landed on the ground together because she had kept a firm grip on the girl’s shirt.

Samantha grabbed her by the neck and swiftly popped her head to the left, breaking it from the bone.


She woke with a gasp, sweat drenched and thirsty. She looked around her hospital bed, hoping there was water somewhere.

Her nurse, Fran, walked in smiling, with a glass of water in her hand.

“Hey, sweetie. Doctor Reynolds wants to know if you’ve been having dreams. I said I didn’t think so but that I would ask you. He knows how hard it is to lose those dreams in a place like this,” She said, handing the glass to her.

Samantha smiled, taking the glass, and swiftly drank it. “I haven’t had any recently. The last one was where I killed Antony, but that was almost two years ago. I wish they would just let me out. I’m clearly fine.”

Fran smiled again. “I know. I would be tired of the ward, too. But they want to make sure you’re not actually gonna kill anyone.”

Fran left, though Samantha knew she would see her again. Fran came back with a syringe she knew all too well. They gave her medicine to let her sleep. She was tired of sleeping. She had to get out.

She realized what she had to do. She had to kill.