Serial killer short stories

If Walls Could Talk

It was like any other day, people walking by me, children running and laughing up and down the halls.  Hands running along my white sides as they walked past sometimes leaving stains, but we all got use to it when we we're housing humans.  It came time that my human came home, and I was slightly excited to see what he had planned for this quiet night. The time had finally came where my owner walked down the hall but with a very drunk man. 
This had been one of many men to come home with my owner, Jeffrey Dahmer... This man doesn't know what he was walking into.  I knew once they enter through my beautiful wooden door, that  this man wasn't going to leave alive, let alone in one piece. 
Jeffrey brought the man into the kitchen making him a drink, but the man couldn't see what was going into the drink like I could. Jeffrey put some type of drug into the drink, I didn't know what kind of drug it was but my owner had used it before that made men go unconscious. The man he had brought home kept asking questions, "When are we gonna do this?" and " You have money to pay right?"  Jeff just nodded and then handed him the drink.  The man didn't even think twice about the skulls on the counter, but he didn't know he was bound to be the next one on the counter or the shelf.
Minutes later that man was passed out on the kitchen floor, Jeff quickly handcuffed the man to the pipes under the sink, and grabbed out his tools. He pulled out a drill, a bottle of acid, a knife and many other things. I knew exactly what he was going to do to my beautiful white flooring.  "Are you ready girly." Jeff yelled and I knew he was talking to me.  I was ready, ready to see my owner kill this man and dismember his body and do many unspeakable things.
I watched the gruesome scene go down. I watched as Jeffrey gagged the man and drilled into his head. I watched as he poured acid into his head. The man tried to scream but it all came out muffled. His screams slowly came to a stop.
Soon enough there was blood, acid and other things splattered on the white tile flooring.  Jeffrey had just finished cutting up the body and taking pictures of the dismembered body.  He then submerged the body into acid in the bathroom.  He started cleaning everything and started to prepare to clean the floor.
He hummed as he scrubbed the floor.  He thought he had gotten all the blood and everything off the floor, but he didn't.  I could feel the blood crusting between the cracks in the tile flooring, and the acid burning into wood beneath me.  I felt alive for some reason.  Seeing someone get murder wasn't a normal thing in the other apartments but I didn't care, it made me feel different
Days went by, and jeffery brought more men over, but he slowly didn't care to clean up.  He left a dark male laying on the tub cut open.  Jeffery did many things to the body in the bathroom that I should not describe, but I watched, not because I wanted to but I had to.  Everything soon came to a stop on a early morning in July.
    Early morning in July 22, two policemen showed up with a man that had escaped Jeffery earlier that morning.  Jeffrey calmly said he would give the key to the officers to they could uncuff the man, but the man had already told the officers what Jeffrey was going to do.  The officers pushed their way through and into the bedroom where they saw the knife jeffrey threatened to use on the man, and found pictures of dismembered bodies and the body that was in the bathroom.
    Everything happened so quickly.  More officers showed up and stomped their way through the door and left a trail on the carpet.  Jeffery was quickly taken away.  People crowded the halls wanting to see what was going on.  People were everywhere taking pictures of me.  I didn't know but it was going to be the last time I would ever see Jeffery or have anyone stay in my apartment.