A serial killer suffers from Antisocial Personality Disorder and appears normal or charming, sometimes referred to as the "Mask of Sanity." Sometimes there is a sexual element to the murders and they may have a commonality such as gender, occupation, appearances, race, etc. The term serial killer was coined in the 1970s because of cases such as Ted Bundy and David Berkowitz. According to an FBI Behavioral Unit study, 85% of the world's serial killers are in America. At any given time, 20 - 50 unidentified active serial killers are at work, continuously changing their targets and methods. "Hidden Evil" is a fictional story of one of them.
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A sadistic killer is on the loose in the United States. The only items linking the killings are the lack of physical evidence left behind. Massive amounts of information are entered into the crime databases in each state every day, but without some kind of pattern, they are never linked to those happening in other states. Serial killers are smart and learning how to avoid capture. The question is, can this one outwit the nation’s foremost expert that is finally assigned to the case? Sam Adams is the Special Agent in charge of an elite FBI unit that tracks serial killers. It took a congressional aide, who is the son of one of the victims and the help of a DC Metro detective, to convince the FBI that the cases were related. The three of them set off on a course to track this animal down and bring him to justice.
Not far from the quiet little town of Pleasant, Ohio a strange predator carried its prey deep into the woods. It moved silently across the dry leaves that covered the paths. The only people to see this beast never lived to tell anyone. The predator was not native to this area or any area, because the world is its hunting grounds so no one is safe.
It was twilight, a time when animals scurry to the safety of their dens. Only the rustle of their paws on the dry leaves and their chatter broke the silence of the forest. Everything appeared normal. The squirrels chattered and rabbits thumped to their dens, the birds were now snug in their nests, all of this before the night predators came out to hunt.
The normal predators of this forest were foxes and snakes, and the rare bobcat, but tonight there is a different predator in the forest. This one didnít wait until dark to start hunting; it already had its prey and was ready to begin feeding. The moon was rising and shining light into the small clearing deep within the forest. As darkness set in, the silence quickly took over the deep woods.
It was a scream, carried on the gentle breezes that filtered throughout the darkness that startled the animals. For this deep in the woods, they were the only creatures around to hear it. Even if someone was around to hear it, the sound was unlike anything heard before. It was a scream, to turn a manís blood cold. People make legends from such sounds. Could it have been from a Banshee? No one could mistake it; it was a sound of death.
The sound came out of the clearing, from a small woman hanging by her tied hands from a tree limb. She had just awoken from her drugged stupor, to stare into the eyes of the predator. She didnít waste time pleading for her life, because she knew from looking at him, that he was pure evil. He approached her naked body, hanging there as she kicked and screamed.
Fire danced in his eyes, as he came closer to her. His clothes were neatly stacked near another tree; he closed the distance slowly between them. In his right hand, he carried a small pair of bolt cutters and in his left a large hunting knife. Her screams would go on for hours as he enjoyed his feast. He fed from her terror.