A maniacal killer is preying upon a firefighter's family, stripping them from his life: one by one; piece by piece.
As insult to injury, the killer had also etched a note into the victim's torso: "will U-turn and look the other way, or watch while I kill?" -KiLLuR
Why is the moth attracted to the very glow that will kill it?
How should an aspiring author write a wrong?
A maniacal killer is preying upon a firefighter's family, stripping them from his life: one by one; piece by piece. It took every ounce of energy Lieutenant Gabe McLaughlin possessed in resisting the undertow of a mental breakdown as his best friend, Detective Jeff Spencer, told him the horrific news. And Jeff was fighting the same fight, against the same psychological beast, as he uttered the grisly details: Gabe's mother, Ira McLaughlin, had been brutally murdered: dissected... slowly.
Apparently, the killer took pleasure in cutting off appendages- one section at a time- at each of the major joints in the extremities. A tourniquet had been applied preventing massive blood loss... the victim eventually succumbed to shock.
As insult to injury, the killer had also etched a note into the victim's torso: "will U-turn and look the other way, or watch while I kill?" -KiLLuR
A high-octane storyline, fueled with a cutthroat hell-bent on preying for a slice of heaven, U-TURN KiLLuR is the thriller that's bound to burn as the pages turn!
U-TURN KiLLuR... KiLLuR THRiLLuR.
Excerpt
“OH! Sh- s- s- orry?” She slowly surveyed upward, absorbing the brick wall: the stocky man in well-worn clothes.
“Nothing to be sorry for, Mrs. McLaughlin, I’m the one who should be sorry.”
She was more than unnerved. “Whatever for?”
With head hunkered down, and eyes peering from under furrowed brows, a toothy grin separated his lips before they imparted, “For what I’m about to do!”
The wall toppled forward, knocking the wind out of Mel McLaughlin. The same three seconds needed in securing Ira is all that it took for each of Mel’s extremities to be duct taped to the kitchen chair. It was hard for her to put up resistance and scream while trying to catch her breath. And no opportunity was given for her to scream as the tape rapidly cordoned off her lips.
The deeply-set orbs boasted two full moons as if their possessor was surprised. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t Mel, Mel, Mel! Oh, Mrs. McLaughlin, you and I have so much to talk about! Of course, being a lady in your position, I doubt if you’ll have much to say!”
The perpetrator paced about the nook, checking the strainer’s silverware for spots, scoping out the contents of the fridge, and settling on a box of varied clothing. He meticulously picked through the apparel. Pulling out a girl’s dress, he placed it up against Mel.
“Hmm… that color washes you out a little, you’re more of a winter.” The clothing was haphazardly tossed behind him. “So Mel, what are we going to do about this… this husband of yours, hmm? How has he been treating you, lately? Has he been meeting your needs? Has he been keeping up with the yard work? Has he been a good dad to Josie?” His eyes were scrutinizing as he waited for a reply.
Through blurred saucers, Mel nodded her head in the positive. “Mel, there’s one thing you’ll find out about me real quick: I don’t care much for liars. Ira will testify to that!”
With the sound of Ira’s name, Mel ducked her head, weeping uncontrollably. “Shh, shh, shh, now don’t you cry, Mel, don’t you go getting all verklempt over little ol’ me. I like you, Mel, I really do. And out of my generosity, I’m gonna cut you a deal!” The tormentor inched in closer and squatted on his haunches. “Yes, ma’am, I’m gonna cut you one helluva deal!” He produced a knife from the rear of his jean’s pocket and stripped away the topmost button from her blouse. Mel shied her head away in disgust.
“Oh, it’s probably not what you’re thinking. I’m a faithful man, Mrs. McLaughlin, don’t flatter yourself! I was just checking my instrument, just wanted to make sure that it’s still nice and sharp. One may never know when they may need it. A job’s not worth doin’ if it’s not done right! Right?” Two horrified eyes simply stared at him. “RIIIGGGHHHTTT?” Rrrriiippp! The adhesive silencer was removed from her lips. The captive emitted a faltering sob. “I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt and take that as a yes. Are you about ready to make that deal, Mrs. McLaughlin?”
Her head remained bowed low. She was nonplussed. “I understand, Mel, I really do. So here’s the way this is going to play out. I need for you to admit to me what a sorry piece of work your husband is, and I, in return, will set you free. How does that sound, hmm?”
She simply sat there with closed eyes; the warm tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. “Go on, go ahead, Mel, it’s your turn to do the talking.” Nothing. “Nothing? You have nothing to say? Well here, let me help you!” The adversary rotated behind his prey, pulled her head upward by a patch of hair, and sliced through a small layer of unblemished skin.
“A-A-A-A-G-G-G-H-H-H!!!” Mel’s scream ricocheted through the nook.
“Now that’s more like it, Mrs. McLaughlin, I knew you had it in you. You’ve got good pipes- just like Ira had. So go ahead, put those pipes to good use, tell me what you’ve got on ol’ lover-boy. Give me some dirt!”
Her words were broken, stammered. “M- My h-husband is a g- good m- man. H- He’s a h- hero.”
“Bah! I don’t believe that for a second, Melissa! What: just because he’s a firefighter that makes him a hero? Please, lady! Don’t you remember what I told you about liars?”
“M – MY husband is a good p- person…”
“Alright, Mrs. McLaughlin, since you insist on perpetuating lies, you leave me no other option.” As her hair was yanked, her neck jerked upward. Another incision was delicately slashed across her neck. He permitted her to scream. “That’s two marks against you, Mrs. McLaughlin. Now, all I need for you to do is DISH OUT SOME DIRT ON YOUR HUSBAND!!!” His volatile fuse was lit, and it would have scared the hell out of his captive if she had harbored any inside. Nonetheless, he was shaking like a madman, and she was shaking like a leaf.
The sobbing and wailing projected for ten minutes. While Mel writhed in agony, the handyman patiently perused the store, hunting for that definitive bargain. When the defendant’s torment subsided, the prosecutor continued with his inquisition.
“All that time, Mel… all that time your husband spends on his computer with that insipid story of his. He has abused you, hasn’t he, Mel?”
“N- No…”
“Sure he has, he constantly abuses you with his words and attitude: ‘Just leave me alone, Mel, can’t you see I’m working here?’ ‘Take the kid and go on, will you?’ ‘Mel, where are my COFFEE FILTERS?’”
"N- No, it’s not like that!”
“SURE IT IS, MEL, SURE IT IS! And what about the neglect, huh? What about the time that he never spends with your daughter while you’re away at work? What about the time that he spends on his story while you and Josie play at the park? What about the odd jobs around the house that are never done? Drip… Drip… Drip… Sound familiar?”
“M- My husband…”
“YOU ARE RAPED, MEL, YOU ARE RAPED!!! You are taken advantage of and violated, constantly, by a man who refuses to be a husband, who refuses to be a dad, who refuses to have and to hold: to LOVE, HONOR, and CHERISH… but I guess that’s it, isn’t it, Mel? I guess that’s what it boils down to: You said ‘for better or for worse,’ didn’t you? And you, m’dear, are satisfied with settling for worse.”
She bit back. “You’re a LI-ARRR!”
“Oh no, m’dear, you are, in fact, the liar. And you should know what I think about liars by now. I’ll tell you what’s worse than lying to me, Mrs. McLaughlin: the fact that you refuse to face the truth. You are only lying to yourself. I’ve got some bad news for you, Mel: You now have three strikes against you. You’re out!”
Before she could complete her scream, the killer slapped the tape across her mouth. Making an about face, he rounded the corner, just outside the nook, and pilfered through various accoutrements. He returned with a magnanimous smile and strode up to the lady in waiting.
“I’ll tell you what, Mel, I feel like being generous here- just because I like you so much. You’re a little bit spunky, and I can appreciate your style. You didn’t keep your end of the bargain with me, but I think I’m going to overlook that. Does that sound okay with you- if I give you a little break?” Mel’s nodding stated the obvious. “You know, I’ve read somewhere that the truth will set you free. How ‘bout that, have you ever heard of that, Melissa?” Again, she nodded, indicating confirmation. “But you didn’t tell me the truth. No, ma’am, in fact, you even LIED to me. But I’m gonna go ahead and keep my end of the bargain with you. Why? Because that’s the kind of fellow I am. How does that sound? Would you like to be set free, Mrs. McLaughlin?”
Through the duct tape, Mel was able to disperse a muffled “Mmm-hmm!”
“Good! I thought you would!” The killer unveiled a blood-tinged accoutrement from behind his back. “Now, let’s set you… FREE!”
At 5:37 p.m., the patron Mel had done business with left the store... one very satisfied customer.
Professional Reviews
Fascinating and Insightful Dark Thriller
In U-TURN KiLLur, author Teric Darken has written another fantastically suspenseful thriller that delves into the dark realm of human pain and weakness, yet which, at the same time, offers the hope of a light which can not only pierce, but can overcome, this darkness.
Firefighter and aspiring author, Lieutenant Gabe McLaughlin, is struggling to balance his job, his dream of finishing his novel and the quality time necessary to nurture his relationship with his family, when his world is turned upside down in a most terrifying way. His best friend, Detective Jeff Spencer, is shocked and devastated to have to give Gabe the ghastly news that his mother, and the caring woman who has also been like a mother to Jeff, has been horrifically murdered by a deranged killer who mutilated his victim, cutting off her limbs and carving a sinister message into her flesh. This gruesome crime is not to be the only, however, and the tormented Gabe is abruptly thrust into a nightmarish world where his family is stalked by a malefic killer and Gabe himself is pursued by frightful demons both from without and from within.
A story of non-stop action and mind-bending twists, U-TURN KiLLur is also a fascinating examination of the human mind and spirit as it battles incomprehensible darkness and seeks the only light that can save us in the war between good and evil and in the battles we fight within ourselves. This is an insightful novel about temptation and the insidious way evil can twist our best intentions to serve its purposes wrapped inside a hellishly unnerving thriller, and is another haunting and thought-provoking work by an extremely talented author. A story I highly recommend to every reader who loves suspense, especially the kind in which the underlying spiritual message is one of hope in the very depths of darkness.
-Krisi Keley, author, On the Soul of a Vampire
Teric Darken Knows Horror
Gabe McLaughlin is a firefighter. He loves his wife and 3-year old daughter with his whole heart, and he resists the temptation of the flesh when seduced by a sexy vixen he meets on the job. So why is he suddenly ignoring his family and shirking his duties at the fire station? Well, Gabe got a hankering to write a novel.
This novel is the only thing he can think of and he quickly becomes obsessed to the point that nothing else in the world matters. Things get so bad that he is nearly killed at a fire because he was daydreaming instead of concentrating on his job. He survives, but barely, and when he returns home, becomes even more obsessed with writing. He neglects his daughter all day long when he was supposed to be watching her. I'm amazed she survived basically fending for herself while her daddy was locked away in his office...
Can you tell I don't like Gabe?
Well, I started to, down the line. When his family members are stalked by a psycho, he begins to realize the error is within himself. By the time the novel was over, Gabe and I were friends. Yay.
Teric Darken knows horror. He knows the darkness that dwells inside of every man, and he writes with poetic perfection that draws the reader in, straps him to the chair, and only lets him up to go to the bathroom. You will recognize the voice of the enemy that accosts Gabe, and you will rejoice at the voice of the Light that saves the day.
Thank you, Teric. We need more authors like you.
Ellen C Maze
Author of Curiously Spiritual Vampire Tales
Grab those side-irons, saddle up and join former Civil War sharpshooter Luther Henry for a ride into pure terror, western-style…think ‘Wild Wild West’ meets ‘The X-Files’.
Pray for the light. Pray that you last that long. The Long Hour Before Light is a classic collection of Horror tales, re-mastered by Champagne Book Group
