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City of Silla

There was a series of murders in those cities near the city of Silla, among rumors of a serial murder with refinements of cruelty, they were made between 2 in the morning and 4 in the morning, they never caught the killer.

In which it happens that they were all single women, daughters and or heirs of diplomats and writers, always in their homes, but they never found marks or discoveries, with stab marks that started on their backs, until they split them in half.

Families were found dead between specific times, where they had connections with high society, these murders began with dismemberments, even rapes, there was nothing left whole, they were rich, successful, but they had contact with high society.

Their victims were the rich, famous, diplomats, these were the successful people, who never escaped, in which they always went to parties and events, where they took nothing, no goods, they were just murders, but they had no fingerprints and no clue why.

Security guards were killed, cameras were destroyed, they always seemed to know the points, as if they were someone from high society.

Sella Bone wits was a Spanish woman with straight and long hair, always tied in a bun, with traditional Spanish clothes, she was tall and very voluminous, had a well-built body, came from a rich and traditional family, her eyes were greenish, which she had a time as a housewife, until she was able to publish her books.

This woman had a simple and direct connection between the people who died in these attacks, the armchairs were stained with blood.

In that she was a great writer, but who had difficulty approving and publishing her novels, she was also the wealthy and successful wife of a politician who was a diplomat at the United Nations, where he was too.

In which he was a rich man, who sometimes had little time at home, so he didn't have much time to spend much time in the same environment, he always traveled, leaving her alone, for a while, she began to receive manuscripts from a stranger, love letters, as well as random tales of murder stories.

To what seemed to indicate just any novel, she used this time to base herself on these tales to tell her own stories, where she modified and began to write about the stories of the love letters, time they were murder.

In which they were cases of crimes, where she began to publish these same tenebrous tales of violence, she never told that these cases were real.

Here and there, for a while, cases happened in other countries very similar to what she wrote, but she never reported to the authorities that she received such a product, they were so explicit, sometimes so cruel, it seemed that she saw shadows and contours of someone who watched her from outside the walls of her residence.

She started exchanging letters with the stranger, but she never went after to find out who sent them through this unknown mailbox, those sleepless nights, the absence of her husband made her insomniac, this helped her creative block, which did not come back.

She came from a long line of politicians and writers, before marrying her husband, she had a boyfriend, but her parents did not accept it, it was a long courtship, until they broke up, where she never saw him again, but they exchanged letters, occasional phone calls, she married out of obligation and an arranged marriage, to increase the family's wealth.

So, due to great fatigue she ended up always being very tired, even though she received a lot of money, in which in addition to having a certain creative block, then, she spent sleepless nights, but little by little, she managed to publish her books that were suspense and police.

Even though she was taking her manuscripts to a publisher, but no publisher approved her books.

During a certain day, she was returning home, she passed by a store that saw a sofa, even though it was strange, she did not buy it, sometime later, she was reading the letters, when she received a package, she did not pay much attention to who sent it, thinking it was from her husband, even if she did not have any card.

During the months when she received the letters, she would sit on the couch, where she was reading and promoting herself in relation to those letters, in which she received them.

She received a visit from some police officers, regarding the similarities between random murder cases and her books, which were published.

• I don't know what to say. – She said

• Seeing this as a basis, ma'am, this is very strange. - One of them said.

• I have nothing to say. She repeated.

The police had no evidence, so they left her there, but they always watched the woman, they were about to follow her, what was strange, were the weekly letters she received

It was a spacious and large armchair that was large and even large for just one person.

During her lonely nights, she even slept on this spacious sofa, one day, her husband came home, where he had a party in which many interested in business participated, she went to bed earlier, but in the morning.

That's when she saw that her husband, along with several guests had been stabbed in her back, her own husband had a stab mark on his back, this scared her, making her run towards the street, asking for help.

When the police arrived, they went to check the entire house, until they went to see the only place that had nothing in common, a puncture mark on that sofa, there when they passed a knife, even begging for help, because it was the only one to survive without marks.

When they arrived at that mansion, they searched everywhere, the cameras were destroyed, but the blood stains started on his back, but what they discovered was that the husband of the woman in question was the only one stabbed in the back, who fell towards the foot of the armchair.

So, they did what they had not done before, the experts and police cut the graft from the armchair.

The woman saw a series of body parts inside the sofa, with a series of groceries to keep a person well fed, even though she saw that there was not a single person alive.

That's how they discovered that there was a contour and numerous foods that looked like the outline of a human being in this armchair, a side opening, so the police interrogated her, but once.

The suspicions ended, when she confessed regarding the letters, the address she never went to look for, was in reality an old boyfriend, with whom she was forbidden to marry, they never cut a call, but he began to kill the families of those involved who did not allow their marriage.

When they went to see, they made a raid towards a senator's house, but when they found the place, the senator was not there, but his son even less, what they found, was another carnage, people without skin, mutilated bodies.

This young man, who killed his own mother and family, even though they were doctors, when they saw countless armchairs scattered around, when they opened them, they found bodies, mutilated skins.

In which the boy's own mother was found, arrested and killed along with several preserved people, trapped inside sofas.

His crazed father, who had traveled and arrived early in the morning, finding that scene while trying to bar the entry of police, could not stand the idea that his son was a murderer, so he collapsed, being sent to the hospital.

Her son was never found, the woman was never the same, she was acquitted, because she was not even a witness, much less one of those involved, she spent months in a clinic to recover from what happened, her life never returned to normal.

Due to this, she went through several treatments, even so, she received weekly murder letters, which even so, she never told the police, day after day, she saw that he killed random people around the world, but never returned, she lived alone in the middle of a large mansion, writing her murder novels.

As for the boy's father, he went mad to the point of never leaving the psychiatric clinic again, he never recovered.