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    The Skull Collector
    The Skull Collector
    The Skull Collector
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    The Skull Collector

    By Ron Mueller

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    The Skull Collector

    Alex walked slowly from room to skull filled room as she tried to contain her emotions. In the back most room she came upon the skull of the first victim resting on the tallest pedestal. She tried to comprehend how any person's mind could be so twisted as to do what this serial killer had done.

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    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAround the World Publishing LLC
    Release dateSep 13, 2023
    ISBN9781682239957
    The Skull Collector
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    Ron Mueller

    About the Author Ronald E. Mueller [email protected] Ron grew up in what is now Flint River State Park in Southeast Iowa. The 170-year-old house Ron lived in is built into a hillside. It faces a 125-foot-high cliff towering over the little Flint River. The house and the land talked to him about; the passing of time, the struggle to conquer the land, the struggles people faced and the wonder of nature. He climbed the cliffs, crawled into the caves, dove from the swimming rock, collected clams from the bottom of the pond, gigged and skinned frogs for their legs. He trapped muskrats for fur, hunted raccoon in the dead of night, and with only a stick hunted rabbits in the dead of winter. His young life was outdoors, and nature tested him. He walked to a one room stone schoolhouse uphill both ways. A stern but warm-hearted teacher, Mrs. Henry was instrumental in shaping his character as she shepherded him from the fourth to the eighth grade. A Montessori before its time. It was a great way to grow up. His experiences inter-twined with snippets of fantasy lend themselves to the adventures he leads the reader through.

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      The Skull Collector - Ron Mueller

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      The Skull Collector

      Levi lay on the lawn enjoying the concert and playing visual games with the clouds passing overhead. Once in a while one would trigger a memory. He was slowly thinking through and visualizing the first time.

      He remembered his fascination with Heather. He was always standing just down from her locker so he could get a look at her when she was getting ready for the next class. It was during the late summer football practice when the cheerleaders came out for their practice that he finally went over the edge. Heather was thrown in the air and then landed on the shoulders of the guy that had thrown her up. Her hair had flown back, and her perfect features had been exposed. Her smile that he was sure was meant for him had closed the deal.

      It was the moment that his mind seemed to clear, and he knew what he wanted. He wanted Heather to be with him forever.

      He spent the next few weeks figuring out how that could happen.

      He found a place in the forest that was at one end of the farm. He prepared the grave. He made sure it was dug neatly and to the proper depth. He wanted it to be a perfect place.

      He then waited patiently. The school session started, and he kept watch as he waited for the right time. Then one day Heather came to her locker alone to put her books away. She had just locket it and was going toward the gym with her gym bag.

      He walked up and said hello. She stopped, smiled, and asked what he wanted. He replied that he wanted to take her out on a date. Her smile caused his heart to beat twice as fast.

      He knew she was going to turn him down, so he took the next step. He pulled out his hunting knife and pressed it against her side and told her to walk out the door and guided her to where he had his old pickup parked.

      She said he was hurting her.

      He told her to be quiet and walk. He put his arm over her shoulder, and they walked slowly to the pickup. He told her to get in and he slammed the door shut. She tried to open it, but he had removed the inside handles for both the door and the window. He hurried to his side and got in, started the engine, and drove slowly away and headed toward the farm.

      Heather reached for the steering wheel trying to make him go off the road.

      He pulled the chloroform soaked cloth from the plastic bag and clamped it over her mouth.

      Heather went out as she tried to pull his hand away.

      He drove down the lane toward the house and then took the small gravel road that led to the lake and pulled in next to the grave. He looked to make sure his dad was not fishing. He heard the tractor and knew that his dad was most likely out pulling the John Deer multiple row hoe that cleared five corn rows at a time. He knew that he had all the time in the world, and he should enjoy what he planned to do next.

      He pulled on his hip high fishing waders to make sure he didn’t get any blood on his clothes. He then lay Heather face down and with his hunting knife he cut her throat. He was amazed at the amount of blood that kept pumping out. Every year his dad butchered at least one large pig, and he always hung the pig up and then cut its throat to bleed it. He had not expected so much blood from such a petite body as Heather’s.

      Once the pulse bleeding stopped, he reached down and cut off her head and rolled the body into the grave. He threw her gym bag down after her. He kneeled down and skinned her head and threw all the fleshy parts down into the grave. He rolled the skull around so he could get a good view from the front. He threw it into the plastic five-gallon bucket that was half full of diluted lye water. He put on the lid and made sure it was against the back corner by the tailgate.

      He walked to the lake to wash the blood that was on his waders until he was sure that it was all off. He then took them off and put on his sneakers.

      He then filled in the grave and put a layer of leaves and several limbs over it to camouflage it. He stood back and admired his work. It looked like the rest of the forest floor. He figured that by spring it would be unnoticeable.

      He drove back to the small barn and looked around to make sure no one was looking and carried the bucket in and took it up to the loft and put it behind some old hardware that had been untouched for years. He would come back in a few days to see how Heather’s skull looked.

      He went into the house where his mother asked him how school had been. He replied that it had been a great day and sat down for his afternoon snack that she always had ready.

      He realized he had been daydreaming when the concert music he was listening to ended and the crowd gave a thunderous applause.

      He sat back up and once again looked at the two women he had scoped out.

      He gave up on his first selection when it was clear that she had someone with her.

      He kept his focus on his second choice. He followed her out of the park and watched the direction she was walking in.

      Lisa was walking home after the free concert in the field and didn’t realize the mistake she had made until it was too late. It was a long walk home and it was getting dark when she accepted a ride. The driver of the black pickup seemed friendly and as she got in; he asked her where she needed to go.

      She put on the seat belt as he requested and gave him her address. She was about to thank him when he sprayed something at her. It was the last thing she saw as the world slowly went dark.

      Levi smiled and opened the window on the passenger’s side to let the fresh air in. He had perfected using the spray bottle to deliver the chloroform. It sometimes made him woozy, but he had learned to hold his breath while he was spraying his prize with it.

      He reached over and pulled the young woman’s hair back so he could get a good look at her profile. He liked what he saw and imagined what her skull would look like once he processed and mounted it.

      He headed straight to the processing center where he would sell her body for a cool fifty thousand dollars. He would keep the head. This was a deal he had set up with the Body Parts manager that would have her chopped up and sell her body parts. He was sure the he was only getting about ten percent of what her body was worth but for years he had to do the hard work of burying the bodies. Now he was getting paid a nice sum and he walked away with a clean skull.

      He had called and let them know he was at the door. The warehouse door opened, and he drove in.

      He followed as they took her to the next room, put her on the table and undressed her and cut off her hair and bagged it. They said that he was in luck and the doctor that did the dissecting was expecting her in the next room. He would take the scalp, the ears, eyes and tongue and facial skin and they would bring back the head for him. They said the boss would bring out the money.

      This was his third delivery. He was now doing about one delivery every other week. He knew that it was risky to be harvesting so many skulls, but he was strategic about it and made sure he picked up his targets in different county jurisdictions and from quite different venues.

      He had picked up one guy by mistake but decided to collect him anyway. Most of his skulls were of women but he had accumulated three of young men. He actually thought the three male skulls were appealing because they were noticeably larger than the rest of his trophies.

      Delivery to this local facility was very convenient, and the money was more icing on the cake then he had ever dreamt of.

      He had made what he had at first thought was accidental contact at a nearby bar with the person running the operation. He learned later that he had actually been targeted to be a victim to become some of the body parts but somehow during the conversation he had connected with the person who ran the operation he had asked if the body parts business needed any bodies. He had been invited to bring in a body.

      He had been surprised by the change in the conversation but the person making the invitation promised that it was a legitimate offer, and the money was substantial.

      He had taken his next prize in and had gotten a tour of the operation and an offer of fifty thousand per body. The arrangement was not only financially attractive, but it was even more alluring because he did not have to go through the effort of digging a grave and preparing the skull. It saved him time and a tremendous amount of work.

      His father had died a couple of years before, and his mother had passed away the previous year. He missed them both. They had been good parents. He had fond memories of the many family outings and vacations that they had taken him on during his early teen years. But their passing made it much easier to pursue his main interest of collecting skulls.

      He moved from the family farm to an old mansion that he had renovated with the money he got from his parents. He thought it was remarkable that they had saved three million dollars to pass on to him. He smiled as he thought about the fact that they were not only good parents but amazingly frugal.

      He hired a professional farming group to run his farm and he had the farmhouse refurbished and then had a rental agency manage it. This provided him with a steady cash stream that allowed him to invest all of his inheritance with a local investment firm.

      He figured he would not have to work for the rest of his life and could focus on his fishing trips to Lake Cumberland, hunting in the fall and going to concerts, plays and sports events as he hunted out his next victim.

      He felt that he had been rewarded for being good in his early youth.

      Hunting for the next victim was the sport that he liked the best because it was done in different venues and the selection varied significantly. He always kept his eye out for that exceptional looker that had great hair and was gullible enough to accept a ride from him.

      He knew that his good looks and a reassuring smile were key in getting them to accept a ride.

      He was now at the Cincinnati River front attending a concert in the park. He was hoping to get his next prize that evening.

      He had an eye on a young Black woman sitting out on the lawn and a young blond sitting almost to the top back of the inclined lawn. They both had the look that he wanted. He liked the Black woman the best and figured he would make a move on her when the concert ended.

      Alex was sitting next to Matt and enjoying the concert that had been sponsored by one of the large Cincinnati companies. She let him know that she felt that someone was watching her.

      Matt asked her if she wanted another iced tea and that he would see if he could spot anyone that seemed to be watching her.

      She thanked him and said she would love a refill.

      Matt got up and walked slowly to where the portable refreshment stand was parked.

      Levi took note

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