Intimate Murder: Villain and Victim Development

When writing dark fiction, it’s important to create the perfect villain. Without one, a hero can’t rise above and give the reader what they need — hard justice. A hero’s strength depends on the power of the villain to get them there. Justice aside, there’s one other thing to consider.

The victim.

Simply using random individuals as victims certainly quickens part of the writing process. It can give our bad-guy instant badness and we don’t need to know about a victim’s life, learn their name, or visit a funeral. We can spend more time with the villains and heroes in the story. But using a nameless nobody to die at the hands of the best-crafted bad-guy, can ruin a good dark fiction story.

Why not include some intrigue by selecting the perfect victim for our villain? If the so-called randoms don’t turn out to be that random at all, we could give deeper purpose to each kill — discoverable later in the story.

And what about the manner in which they die?

Murder is highly personal — at least, I believe it is. Nothing is more intimate than making one of my character’s life snuff out. It’d be easy to under-value a good murder by failing to honour murder’s intimacy. For instance: A shooting. There’s a crack of a gun, a fall to the knees, and a body hits the ground — all done, nice and quick. If the villain is a sniper, it’s even less intimate, because it’s done from a distance. He doesn’t even have to see the eyes of his victim fade. Where’s the intimacy in a sniper-kill?

My murder is not the kind that comes by way of a gun, or a knife, or poison. I’m talking about something deeply intimate — like the electricity that crackles between two new lovers.

Theirs is all about erotic anticipation, hot kisses, fingers and hands seeking bare flesh. Only eyes, moans, and heavy breathing, is used to guide their way into the bedroom. A murder can be written into this space instead. It can be just as sensual, building towards a steamy homicide, creating a whole new level of creep for the dark narrative.

I’m a writer who yearns to bring intimacy and murder together. I want a reader to want to witness the development of such a relationship and then rise as their union climaxes. And then I want them shocked by what I do next.

Avoid clichés at all costs.

Clichés take us where we expect to go. There’s nothing left to do but to wrap a story up with a justice bow and let the reader off with a feel-good outcome. The only challenge for a writer, is to become creative in hiding the cliché, while writing it. For instance: Bad guy goes to jail, dies, banished forever, turned into stone, becomes a horrible monster, etc. The result is always the same — the evil never stays. It goes away, always. Predictable. Not in my stories.

Should justice be as predictable?

You’d think it’d be black and white. Once the badness is identified, it’s removed by good, old fashioned justice. But justice is subjective. Depending on your age, race, upbringing, beliefs, sex, sexual preference, intellect, wisdom, experience, even weight and height, you’ll have a unique view on what’s just. There’s another human flaw to factor into the justice mix — psychological stability. There are moments when we’re not ourselves and make bad decisions on things like justice. All of these varying elements in the justice process make it somewhat fluidic. This fluidity is something I like to explore in my stories. All I need to do is get my reader to jump in and get wet with me, to find appropriate justice in the sloppy liquid. It’s not conventional but it works for the thriller-styled novels I write.

Self awareness, identity and acceptance is important to everyone, including psychopaths. We all have an inner-something that drives us and makes us do the things we do. Even well-balanced people can get things horribly wrong on matters of love, lust, family, money, and much more. Any of these items can be motivators for us to think and act inappropriately, and then look to cover our tracks when we see things in the light of a new day.

My books include this strange shift in behaviour. They are dark fiction and not meant for children. They’re not for simple souls either. They contain complex, adult issues, and challenge a reader’s moral standing throughout their narratives. They are written for a perfect villain who commits an intimate murder, and then ask readers to accept a different type of justice that makes perfect sense, only at the time of the crime.

Read SEETHINGS now. It’s the first novel in a series, and it’s free on *SMASHWORDS. (*limited time)

Michael Forman (Author)

“Forman’s writing style is artful, with the protagonist Mitchell’s warped thought processes masterfully exposed. The author has a powerful and vivid command of language and his word pictures are stark and disturbingly real.”

– Linda J Bettenay, author of ‘Secrets Mothers Keep’ and ‘Wishes For Starlight’.

How To Hide A Body Properly

It has to be asked. You’ve wondered about this too, right? Don’t be afraid. You’re among friends here. When I was starting out, resources were few and far between. No one showed anything to me. I had to teach myself and make it up as I went along. So, without prejudice, let me tell you the things I learned on the way to becoming a successful serial killer.

Basically, I’m lazy. It’s a character flaw. I’ve never wanted to dig a hole. In the early days, I’d always take the easy way out and find a ditch or a drain. I was so naïve. It kinda makes me laugh today. I was so foolish. I could’ve been caught. Fortunately, luck was with me. Rain fell sometime between the moment I dumped a body and when it was found. I didn’t plan it that way, it just happened. Any evidence I may have left on a body was conveniently washed away. I learned how to improve my ways by refining the process and using the weather to assist my cause.

There are other ways to dispose of bodies, but many of them require effort. Some are simply bad for the environment. This brings me to my way.

There is another way. My way. It comes down to two primary things: 1) Location and 2) Timing. There is a third, but I’ll come back to that.

In the USA, there are 92 people per square mile. That’s 184 eyes looking around that mile at any one time. It’s almost impossible to do anything without someone knowing or photographing it. Get it wrong and it’s all over.

My killing ground has a much lower population density. There’s just 1 person in that same square mile. As a result of this wonderful statistic, I don’t do much with the bodies. I leave them where they fall and let nature do the rest. It works fine. In ten years, I’ve not been caught, and it’s an environmentally friendly practice… but I still choose my times and places for kills very carefully.

The summers are stiflingly hot and humid in my home town of Brisbane. A body that’s open to the climate decomposes fast. If I pick the right night to commit a murder, say, before a drenching thunderstorm, I find that it sorts out most of the evidence immediately. Once the washing is done, all that’s left to finish off the job is some time under a scorching sun. Assuming the body isn’t found at all, it then dissolves into the landscape quick.

And then there are the victims I choose. I go for strangers. They’re nothing to me. They have no historical associations with anything I do or have done. We cross paths one time and that’s it. There aren’t any chain of links to follow, not any that would be obvious anyway.

The Bikeway-Rapist gave me the right idea. He got away with his folly for a long time. Police had no clue who was doing those woman. He made it simple by keeping them random.

But he did two things wrong. He did it in daylight and then he let his victims live. Sure, it’s fine to help yourself to dessert, but it’s important to not get caught eating it! The one set of eyes in that square mile that saw everything remained alive. All it took was someone’s great memory and a good description to change the game for our bikeway rapist.

The moral of this story is: Don’t worry about how to hide a body, look at the kill location and choose the right victim.

Pure Evil and Kindness

Kill strangers in desolate places and let them drop just before the rain falls. -A

“Forman’s writing style is artful, with the protagonist Mitchell’s warped thought processes masterfully exposed. The author has a powerful and vivid command of language and his word pictures are stark and disturbingly real.”

– Linda J Bettenay, author of ‘Secrets Mothers Keep’ and ‘Wishes For Starlight’.

Character Spotlight: Maxine Sewell. (Dark Fiction Dissection)

Maxine heads a group of small business owners who specialise in photographing weddings. Most of the newer, inexperienced photographers who are breaking into this field, see her as an authority figure and look up to her for guidance. Those who have been around much longer know that they are mistaken to look up to her for anything.

Maxine Sewell.

  • Early thirties
  • Single but on/off again relationship with Andrew
  • Wedding photographer
  • Loves going to parties
  • Central figure to the photography industry
  • Enjoys red wine and Champagne

Her Rubenesque form and aggressive personality helps her get her messages across. No one can out-do Maxine’s vitriol or volume once the wine flows. She can drink anyone under a table or out-argue them over it. Nothing stops Maxine when a party is in full swing.

As a photographer, she isn’t creative or even all that successful, but she certainly is loud. She’s a rambunctious woman whose abruptness is often mistaken as confidence, but it often disguises what little she actually knows about photography. Bridge burning is her only real talent — as once her bluff is exposed and that facade falls, she turns nasty quickly.

Andrew is another photographer. He’s from the northern suburbs and has an efficient business on his side of town. It’s no secret that he and Maxine are seeing each other. He’s playing her, calling on the big girl when no one else is available. He makes it clear that he wants to remain single — and he’ll say it to her face when everyone’s listening. Maxine says she doesn’t care and the friends-with-benefits arrangement works well for her. It’s not true. She’s lonely and everyone knows it. No one believes her, not even Andrew. He’ll just smile and pour her another glass of Merlot. Maxine will be there for him anytime he needs her, no matter how much it hurts her to wait.

And then there’s Mitchell, another eligible male photographer who lives and works much closer to Maxine. She’s been watching him through a separate lens, wondering if he could be the one. Unlike the rest of her male-colleagues who are either too old, too broken, or incapable of holding a meaningful conversation, he’s the only guy she’s willing to try. He seems nice enough, but he’s refused her, twice. She knows he’s married, but she’s also seen him dating other women. It doesn’t make sense. Why won’t he accept her offers. She’s good enough. And why won’t he tell her what’s going on with his wife? Maxine needs to be informed at all costs!

She hates men keeping secrets from her. She’ll find out what’s going on with Mitchell even if it kills her!

SEETHINGS is written with a happy ever ending after you won’t forget.

Michael

“Forman’s writing style is artful, with the protagonist Mitchell’s warped thought processes masterfully exposed. The author has a powerful and vivid command of language and his word pictures are stark and disturbingly real.”

– Linda J Bettenay, author of ‘Secrets Mothers Keep’ and ‘Wishes For Starlight’.

Dungeon of Dark Fiction For Lovers of Creepy Writing

I’d like to welcome you to my pit of evil happenstance. This is where the most innocent of people are lured away from the light and taken deep into the dark recesses of a primeval mind. May your stay be deadly.

Y’know, this dungeon of dark fiction in which I dwell is actually part of a neurosis labyrinth. This is a quiet corner, far away from the prying eyes of the angel do-gooders, the politically correct and those who tch-tch at everything they see and hear. I apply a few sadistic keystrokes, and suddenly they are here with me, bound to my dungeon’s walls. Stripped of their dignity and clothes, I get to probe their flesh with shiny, metal objects and make their minds quiver with vile words. No one out there gets to hear their wonderful screams.

Dungeon of dark fiction - stories and ideas

There’s no romance here. No weddings. No love everlasting. Warm and fuzzy hero righteousness is banned. I provide no clichés. My happy ever after is to watch victims plead for mercy and then kill them regardless what they say. This version of a HEA is a refreshing change to the literary landscape, don’t you think?

Helpless victims and fictional manuscripts aside, churning out stories for dark fiction readers in my mind-dungeon comes with the same problems authors on the surface of the planet have to deal with. We can murder all we like, but we still need a special kind of electricity in the text to make the reader stay with the page. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. And then there’s the marketing, advertising and finding our reading market in the first place. Self-publishing isn’t an easy road.

Somewhere between the creation of a phenomenal story and a reader’s inevitable enjoyment of it, is the editing process. It’s the single largest and most challenging part of any writing project. Watch the video below to meet me and see where the writing comes together.

Michael Forman

Creep you later,

Michael


“Forman’s writing style is artful, with the protagonist Mitchell’s warped thought processes masterfully exposed. The author has a powerful and vivid command of language and his word pictures are stark and disturbingly real.”

– Linda J Bettenay, author of ‘Secrets Mothers Keep’ and ‘Wishes For Starlight’.

Redeeming Evil Characters

When it comes to lovable evil characters, Hannibal Lector is one I’d like to give one big ‘ol squeeze.

You can’t help but fall in love with the good Doctor’s wit, intellect and sense of propriety. If it weren’t for the odd liver and fava-bean request, you’d be happy to have him over for dinner, to charm and entertain, right?

Writing evil into any narrative comes with certain perils. Some discerning readers can’t abide free-flowing, mindless slashing and burning without an opposing force of goodness to balance it out. To restore sanity, authors give their evil a redeeming quality.

Pure Evil and Kindness

Hannibal Lector is a good example. He has just enough niceness to keep most lovers of dark fiction in-the-room. There’s a despicable element, but it’s offset by bags of amiability. It’s just not right for a character to be bad from sun up to sun down. No one can be that sinister and not have a lovable side tucked away somewhere.

A creative writer adds something extra for their character — the villain commits murder but visits animal shelters to care for orphaned kittens. Suddenly our fiend is likeable, accessible. There’s hope for them after all.

Mitchell Felding has redeeming traits of his own.

No one dies unless there’s an extremely good reason for them to do so. In fact, when he’s not ending a life, he’s helping someone remain alive. In one instance, he rescues a family from a rampaging thunderstorm that annihilates their entire home.

Mitchell’s second redeeming trait is closer to his heart. He adores his wife Samantha. He’ll do anything for her. He’s especially mindful of Samantha’s religious beliefs. Furthermore, he was the one who remained celibate for her while they dated. It wasn’t an easy time, but he kept his promise just as he said he would.

‘Not until I’m married,’ she told him between kisses.

Seven years was too long, but Mitchell loved Samantha. It just so happens that a dark element was seeded into their relationship — and the abstinence continued long after their nuptials were exchanged. The darkness continued to grow with it.

Mitchell has tried everything to chip at the ice, but nothing works. Sam and Mitchell are like oil and water. And now Sam has told her best friend that she and Mitchell are trying for a baby. A child? How can conception occur without intimacy? How can a couple remain best friends when they should be lovers?

The lies to maintain order are just too to much to bear. Something in Mitchell snaps.

I'm going slightly mad!

At first, Mitchell cheats on Sam for immediate gratification. Bored women from emotionally stifling marriages fulfil a basic need. Secretive, curious wives make the best candidates of all. The women, eager to take a break their humdrum’s routine, are attracted to his sense of adventure and candidness. Each agree to trying out his kink.

But sex only begins the process. Mitchell’s darker side wants a different kind of action. The seethed that feeds it runs deep. Rain washes away the intention, and the evidence. That’s convenient — for a serial killer who hides in plain sight.

SEETHINGS is dark, sensual fiction with a few twists along the way. The last one is explosive.

Michael

Five Random Victims
Summer Thunderstorms
Charm Bracelet
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“Forman’s writing style is artful, with the protagonist Mitchell’s warped thought processes masterfully exposed. The author has a powerful and vivid command of language, and his word pictures are stark and disturbingly real.”

– Linda J Bettenay, author of ‘Secrets Mothers Keep’ and ‘Wishes For Starlight’.

Writers Need To Find Their Special Type of Rabbit Hole, And Fall As Far As It Takes Them

Frustrated writers locate them easy. Sitting behind a keyboard for hours at a time, experimenting with words, characters and plots, generate rabbit holes all the time. One character will go left while her friend turns right. Their life-courses diverge because of their independent choices. The first finds Utopia, the other walks into Hell. A writer must allow themselves the courage to go to both places — or to any other their characters take them. That’s the deal. Nothing comes from writing safe. 

Exploring the creative freedoms of the inner-self will allow an author to spend time in the light AND the darkness (or anywhere in-between). A good writing discipline starts journeys like these but, once they begin to move, open-mindedness chooses their directions. There’s no telling where a story will go. It can lead into an uplifting one, or something that frightens.

Hold that thought!

down the rabbit hole

Hey! Did you ever dream and get a feeling of falling, and then you’re suddenly jolted awake? You know, your eyes pop-open, you find your heart pounding, nails dug deeply into the mattress and an inexplicable sheen of sweat on your forehead?

That’s the one.

What if you could stay asleep through the entire descent and go to where that fall was supposed to take you?

What kills the dream is something called a fear jolt. We wake because falling in the conscious world usually ends bad, and our mind applies that rule — but dreams aren’t like that, dream-falls can’t hurt us. We should be able to ignore the conscious jolt and continue downward into that subconscious world.

What if we could trick our mind and stop that jolt from spoiling the dream?

If it’s fear that wakes us, then it’s fear that needs to be suppressed. Instead of falling and fearing an outcome, why not fall and turn fear into curiosity instead? Let’s hand our destiny over to inevitably and just go with it — we should get past the jolt and find out what’s at the bottom of the hole.

Rabbit hole writing is the same. Rather than fearing our imagination and limiting the words that sprout from our inner-voices, we should embrace curiosity and let them grow. Let’s nurture them and watch what they become.

Standing at a hole’s edge, looking into the abyss below, doesn’t give us knowledge about what’s inside it. We can speculate all we like, but we actually have to go down there to know the deal. Evil could lurk. Death is a possibility. Heaven and equality is on the cards too. Imagine the possibilities. Like a sleeper staying in dreamland during a fall, all quality fiction needs is a writer to jump and let themselves discover.

I’m going down my next rabbit hole right now, and I’m keeping my eyes wide open when I do it. Will you join me as I jump in wonder?

Michael Forman

-M


“Forman’s writing style is artful, with the protagonist Mitchell’s warped thought processes masterfully exposed. The author has a powerful and vivid command of language and his word pictures are stark and disturbingly real.”

– Linda J Bettenay, author of ‘Secrets Mothers Keep’ and ‘Wishes For Starlight’.

Let’s Go And Commit A Murder

You’d do it if you could get away with it, right? That guy who cut you off in traffic last week; that bitch down the road who slept with your man; a mother-in-law who makes your life a living hell — think of the injustices that could be fixed simply by offing each perpetrator who causes you an offence!

As a writer of fiction, inspiration to motivate a character to commit a murder can come from anywhere. It can arrive with those mentioned above, or with a simple leaf falling to the earth. It can come by way of a child’s first tear, or simple, unbridled hatred.

A leaf? Get out of here!

When it comes to writing fiction, it’s not impossible to exercise some clever literary acrobatics to link all of these and come up with a compelling, yet sophisticated narrative built around murder. (Think The Butterfly Effect.)

Psychological thrillers often gravitate towards the shadowy emotions of psychopaths, revealing the seedier sides of our lives so others can take a peek into a wonderful darkness we rarely get to see or experience. This is where reason and evil meet without resistance.

Who commits a murder?

Anyone.

Me. You.

That tattooed guy in the torn leather jacket is an obvious candidate. Clearly, he’s a villain awaiting jail time. ‘He’s the killer officer! Cuff ‘im! He’s still holding the goddam bat! See?’

Oops! Did we just land in a cliché by tripping over a stereotype? What about Granny Maye? She was also present at the time of the killing and loves baseball. Oh but she couldn’t have done it. She’s a sweet old lady who bakes cookies for homeless people. She’s a devout Christian. There’s no way this God-fearing senior could’ve sent someone packing.

Inspiration to commit murder

Let me tell you, Christian cookie grannies are the worst kind of villains. No one expects them of doing anything evil. Granny could’ve walked in, slit everyone’s throat and walked out with an armful of blood soaked knives and no one would’ve batted an eye at her.

Evil, conniving bitch!

She’s evil for killing. Evil for murdering granny stereotypes.

Tilting fiction away from the predictable is my preferred writing style. Clichés are nice if an author wants to accelerate a story line and help readers — but where’s the challenge in that?

Outwardly good people can be inherently bad on the inside. It’s true. And some readers may just want to see who those people, too. They’ll want to understand why they do what they do.

Back to the guy and his dead ex-girlfriend.

Oh, what? Huh? Did we change the channel? No. There was a murder. Remember? It included a baseball bat. Her head was destroyed by a stick of willow. Blood and bits of skull went everywhere. The news reports used words like ‘viscous’ and ‘cold-blooded’. Every wall and floor in her home was covered in human fluids. It was a mess.

It appears she got up from the initial clubbing and ran from the attack. There were signs of it. Smears of red created a timeline along the hallways, from start to finish. The bludgeoning continued until her body couldn’t take it anymore.

The details of his arrest were cut and dry. He said he’d never been inside her house and that wasn’t true. He’d been inside the home, at least once. The fingerprint on her dining-room’s light-switch was a clear match. He’d lied and everyone knew it.

Our leather clad tattooed villain now has another cliche attached to him. It’s called Lying Bastard. Jail is the happy-ever-after for Lying Bastards, right? If you agree, it’s time to leave. I don’t write for Disney.

If he isn’t a killer, then this story becomes a lot more intriguing. Who did the job on his ex-girlfriend? Why did he lie?

There’s a mystery at hand. We have a fingerprint in a place where it shouldn’t be, a liar and someone else who knows how to swing a bat. It’s two separate yet entwined stories. One follows a line to the tragedies genre while the other falls into horror.

It was a rush to end the perfect crime fairy tale and the police arrested that Lying Bastard without hesitation. They gave the public the happy ending cliche they wanted and became heroes at once. The city slept better at night but police failed to arrest a murderer. It didn’t matter. The story was tidy gift. All it needed was a bow.

The young man was held by the system for eighteen months and remained in custody until his trial. He was acquitted for, you guessed it, lack of evidence.

No one but the court and his family knew of his acquittal. The frenzy surrounding his arrest wasn’t there at his release. He had lost his job, his girlfriend, his credibility and a good portion of his future as a result of this botched investigation.

Although it sounds like poorly written fiction, this particular story is real. It really happened this way.

In short, it came down to that fingerprint and a dumb lie. He lied for a good reason – a stupid one considering what it means now – but it saved him from dealing with his jealous new girlfriend.

Inspiration to get angry

‘Don’t ever go into that bitch’s house,’ she demanded, ‘or it’s fucking over!’

It infuriated her that his prior relationship to that bitch had produced a child. If it were up to her, she’d stop child visitations altogether – but doing that would’ve made her a bigger bitch than the bitch she despised.

‘Pick him up at the front gate. DON’T go inside, EVER!’

Kids are kids. They don’t care about daddy’s new girlfriend. What would she know about getting children ready for access weekends with a parent? It’s not surprising a fingerprint was found inside the home.

When the police questioned him, they did so in front of his extremely jealous girlfriend. What a mistake. That lie changed his life forever.

Who commits a murder? Anyone can commit a murder just like anyone can go to jail.

Anyone did.

Happy stories about crime also include jail time.

As a writer, it’s very tempting to expose such errors, right this wrong by providing an alternate, accurate story. It’d be a way to let the police know that they didn’t do their job… and to keep the public informed as to the failures behind some crime investigations.

Alas, I’m not that kind of writer. I’ll leave that for others to rectify. You’re more likely to read evil-meets-evil inside my novels.

Life isn’t perfect. Sure, it has its good, cliched moments, but evil’s anarchy exists too. That’s the path I choose to walk. Good doesn’t always save my kind of day. Killers don’t always get caught.

When writing SEETHINGS, I looked at our strange fascination for the happy-ever-after to do it’s stuff and making the evils disappear. Rather than quench that thirst, I wrote my own evil fairy tale.

After all, they didn’t get me and my baseball bat. That was my happy ending.

See you in the pages of SEETHINGS.

A

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“Forman’s writing style is artful, with the protagonist Mitchell’s warped thought processes masterfully exposed. The author has a powerful and vivid command of language and his word pictures are stark and disturbingly real.”

– Linda J Bettenay, author of ‘Secrets Mothers Keep’ and ‘Wishes For Starlight’.

Another Mystery Death Found ‘Not Accidental’ – Dark Fiction by M.Forman.

A thirty-five-year-old woman was hung by her camera’s strap, another unknown victim was found naked in long grass, by Meadowbrook TAFE students. A third, yet-to-be-identified body, was discovered by joggers near a water storage facility — a common link being all three deaths occurring during nights of thunderstorms.

Three Deaths Investigation - Police Walk Bushland
Investigations Continue.

Nina de Jong’s death is a turning point in this story’s narrative. She’s the one found dead in her own backyard. There are glass shards surrounding her muddied body, and police claim she may have been raped before she died. It’s difficult to be certain. Vital evidence is destroyed by a night of torrential downpours.

We realise there is a change in the method of Nina’s murder. This killing is more personal than the others. It’s a clue the media overlooks as it charges forward with a sensationalised serial rape and murder villain narrative. It skews the official investigation too and misleads a fearful public that’s keen to take a killer off the streets.

There were clues that could’ve led to the truth.

Sarah Foley wasn’t always a Foley. A long time ago, she went by another name Long-forgotten childhood sweethearts rarely look recognisable as aged adults thirty years later. Wrinkles and body fat alter our appearances. Marriages change their names. Samantha should’ve listened to her husband when he suspected something he saw in the news. The killings could’ve stopped right then and there. They didn’t.

Maxine’s demise was easily explained away. She was an attention seeker. Investigators labelled her death to be a misadventure and closed the case.

But then there was Nina, that sweet blonde and single mother trying to put her life back together after a messy and violent divorce. She wanted her affair to be kept a secret.

Two lovers embrace
Nina’s Secret Affair Partner

Her friends and family knew nothing of her new relationship with the stranger. She’d barely told herself. The attention she received was amazing, and that’s what mattered most. If it was to be a brief affair, then let it be as intense as it should be. She deserved some happiness anyway.

Hand over woman's mouth
She’ll die.

Our murderer and mysterious lover become conscious of each other at this juncture. Nina is the key victim, but no one in her neighbourhood heard those glass doors shatter. Her screams were lost to the storm too. According to those who were interviewed, she was seeing no one at all.

We discover in SEETHINGS that, for some killers, murder is a form of escape.

It’s not about revenge.

Revenge is yet to come.

Creep you later,

Michael Forman

Michael Forman (Author of SEETHINGS)

Five Random Victims
Summer Thunderstorms
Charm Bracelet
Author: M.Forman
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Hacking Devices To Access Their Cameras and Microphones: ‘Jinker’ Speaks Out.

Jinker says he can hear and see us through our e-devices. He claims to have been doing it for years, while teaching others how to break into our tablets, phones and laptops, to capture real-time audio and visual feeds from our private lives.

Device Hacking via 'Jinking'

Kurdaitcha (alias), an Australian self-proclaimed online stalker and tech-hacker, says that phones, laptops and tablets which are constantly connected to the internet, are vulnerable to a growing and new type of online voyeurism.

Device hacking is fast becoming a popular form of covert entertainment for a different kind of dark-web hacking, known as Jinkering. Jinkers are able to access any electronic device remotely, turn on in-built cameras and microphones without the victim being aware of it.

And he says it’s better than watching reality television.

“The stuff I listen to and see is totally unscripted. The devices go wherever people go. They hear whatever is said in their presence. They are the perfect bugging-device.”

Jinker Kurdaitcha isn’t new to electronic eavesdropping. In the nineties, he says he owned a scanner and would listen to breakups, hookups, phone-sex and employees being sacked. The content was raw and sometimes saucy. Kurdaitcha then moved to the internet and jinked devices that were connected to it.

“In the early days [of the internet] I’d have to wait for someone to dial-up [and log-in] but that’s all changed now. They’re logged-in all the time. I jink an IP address today, and then I have a permanent feed for every day after that.”

Think of Jinkering as device piggy-backing. A Jinker hacks a device’s vulnerable port and then accesses its audio and visual systems. Everything a victim’s device hears and sees is transmitted directly to a Jinker’s computer.

“Most of us [Jinkers] like to watch [victims] but that it isn’t my thing. It’s resource heavy and there’s a chance of being discovered. I’m old school and just enjoy the audio feed. If I hear something juicy, I’ll turn on the camera to have a quick look.”

When asked why Jinker footage or audio hasn’t appeared on the internet, Kurdaitcha says that it all comes down to the code of conduct all dark-webbers live by.

“You won’t see Jinker stuff. Jinkering is seriously secretive. Jinkers won’t share content to the white or grey-web, not ever.”

Interested? More of this is in my novel SEETHINGS 2. – Michael Forman (Author)


A Sailing Affair
Two Random Victims
Childless Couple
Charm Bracelet
Author: M.Forman
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Body Found In Bushland Near Beach – Fine Adult Fiction

Another woman’s naked body was discovered by bird watchers in the early hours of this morning. The body belongs to that of Verna Julenthorpe, 37, of Eagle Farm. She was last seen by friends yesterday afternoon. Her body was found on a naturalist’s boardwalk at Nudgee Beach at approximately 5.00am after a night of torrential thunderstorms. 

Police won’t speculate on her death and deny that this one has any link to the Storm Killer Murders reported in the media three years ago.

Despite the similarities between this and the five victims found in isolated areas of Brisbane’s outskirts, investigators are adamant that there are no connections. They’ve asked the community to remain calm.

Residents in the area have reported no suspicious activity in the area prior to the murder.

Joe Callim, a resident of Nudgee Beach, has a property adjacent to the forest that connects it to the beach where the body was located.

‘Yeah, sometimes we see headlights in the park and folks try to camp here overnight but something like this hasn’t happened before. It’s a quiet community. I can’t believe it.’

‘I doubt anyone would’ve heard her call out. The storm would’ve blocked out her screams,’ says resident.

Mr Callim continued, ‘If it happened during the storm [that we had last night] then no one would’ve known. The storms would’ve blocked out her screams. It poured so hard that I couldn’t even hear my tv.’

According to police, Mrs Julenthorpe appears to have driven herself to this location to take photographs. What she was photographing or happened to her after reaching the beach is still unknown.

Like the other victims three years ago, no attempt was made to conceal the body.


Hi! It’s me!

I spent many hours around Nudgee Beach, fishing, sailing and photographing the area. When I wrote SEETHINGS 2, I knew I wanted to see a murder committed there. It’s a perfect place for it.

It’s reasonably close to Brisbane but it’s an almost forgotten area.

I used to take students there. We’d stand on the mud-flats at low tide in the darkness waiting for the dawn light to color the sky. I’ve lost count of how many shoes I muddied over the years showing them how to capture the perfect sunrise shot!

Nudgee Beach - Another Picture Postcard
Nudgee Beach – A Picture Postcard

The walking trail mentioned in the novel is a real place too. My students enjoyed using it while shooting the birds that waded in the shallow waters for their early morning feeds.

Nudgee Beach - Picture Postcards
Glorious sunrises at Nudgee Beach

At night, romantic couples often meet in and around the beach, the car park and the nearby Mangrove Forest. (Some just enjoy watching a perfect moon rise across Moreton Bay.😉. How boring!)

Although the main car park is well lit, a smaller one that’s nearby isn’t. The forest trail that meanders it’s way through the mangroves and passes by a beach hasn’t any lights at all.

It’s possible that, when the conditions are right, visitors could come and go without being noticed.

And so a perfect murder scene is set, ready to be filled with intrigue. All I need to do is find a reason for two people to come together on a summer evening just before a thunderstorm.

In fiction, that’s not hard to do.

She uses dating sites to find part time lovers. He’s out shopping for another victim. Photography is their common interest. Both have their respective needs met near an isolated shoreline using photography as a ruse to meet.

A camera bag is found with her phone still inside it, minus its SIM card. (He uses it for something quite gross. You’ll have to read the novel to find out what it is.)

Okay, I’m evil and mentally sick. I get it… but I write for the neo-noir genre, right? It teeters between psychological thriller, horror, erotica and murder mystery. It’s supposed to be evil. That’s the deal.

So if you’re a sick person too, pick up a copy of my book for your reading displeasure. It’s available as a paperback or an e-book.

Michael Forman

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Author: M.Forman
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‘Forman’s writing style is artful, with the protagonist Mitchell’s warped thought processes masterfully exposed. The author has a powerful and vivid command of language and his word pictures are stark and disturbingly real.’

Linda J Bettenay, author of ‘Secrets Mothers Keep’ and ‘Wishes For Starlight’