Larger German man, but there’s also a smaller (child) female with him. They are holding hands as they walk in the park — I feel like it’s a larger city park.
They are eating cupcakes piled high with icing.
He has a watch that is important to him. There’s also something small, long, and cylindrical. It’s metal. A little larger around and shorter than a pen or pencil. I can see it rolling underneath something — a couch maybe. He doesn’t know where it is (or maybe you, the reader, don’t know where it is).
The man is dressed in slacks and a button down shirt, but the girl’s clothes are a little ratty — old hand-me-downs.
TW: it takes a turn here. You may want to stop reading if you have lost a child at the hands of another.
He’s holding her body over his head and throwing her off the side of something. It could be a cliff, but I feel like it’s the edge of a train trestle.
He’s shrugging at me with his hands out like he’s saying “what can I say? this is me.”
Me: How many?
Him: 4
Me: Did you ever get caught?
Him: no
Me: How did you die?
Him: bullet to the head – suicide
Me: Where did you find your victims?
Him: Here and there. i looked for the invisible ones. The ones that wouldn’t be missed for hours or longer.
Me: Why come through to me?
Him: Why not. You’re open to souls with a message.
Me: What is your message?
Him: Love your kids. Keep them close. Hold them tight and know where they are. There’s more evil in the world than me… and worse. I fought against my nature my whole life. I was miserable. There are others that don’t fight — that are happy with themselves and their depravity. Don’t make it any easier for them to get your kids than it already is. Protect them. That’s your job. Love and protect them.