My friend Michael J. Seidlinger has been going around the interwebosphere, turning people into serial killers in honor of his new novel, My Pet Serial Killer.
So when he asked if he could reimagine me as a cold blooded murderer, I jumped at the chance. Check it out.
Alias/Known As: “The Candy Man”
Real name: Patrick Wensink
Number of victims: 17
~Posed as an employee of a local sweets/candy shop; used mock-employee status to search for victims.
~Pinpointed victims based on receptiveness to his good-natured communiqués.
~Offered receptive victims chocolate whistles; recorded name/license info of those that took offered whistles.
~Targeted victims at their home locations; constructed chocolate gnomes, window fixtures, and other invasive exterior household items to induce alarm.
~Continued behavior until victims vacated home; subsequently followed victims to temporary housing.
~Disposed of victims and left bodies in threes, each with whistle in mouth.
“Open wide on a mega mall in the heart of what- ever America, due in part to this being a Nothing Ever Happens feature presentation. The mystery pushes a shopping cart and the assumption that it’s about to get a lot worse. The homeless cliché́ turns into hungry consumer cliché́ as the woman wearing her latest purchases – leather and bondage straps, dominatrix garb – enters the darkened mall. Stores are closed. Stores are closed. Every store is closed. But they’re open for the right kind of consumer. The mystery shops with a weapon and open threat to use it (if needed).
Store managers raise the security gates to the sighting of the woman. ‘What can I do for you?’”