After accidentally killing, and assuming the identity of local serial killer ‘Grandson of Barney‘, the narrator follows a personal ad in ‘his’ wallet and finds himself in a room with 18 other serial killers.
It’s a club, a place for killers to share stories, and make sure that nobody is targeting the same person. (It’s happened before – awkward!)
When you’re surrounded by every notorious serial killer from the surrounding areas, each one looking at you expectantly, waiting to hear your story… you’re gonna make some shit up, with a quickness!
Everyone in the club goes by an alias. They choose their names from classic stars, (eg. Errol Flynn & Carole Lumbard), and our narrator becomes Douglas Fairbanks Jr.
Dougie falls into his roll headfirst, and the club becomes his life. He’s finally found a place where he belongs, among friends. The trouble is, Dougie isn’t a real serial killer. Other members have started to notice that there haven’t been any new Grandson of Barney victims since he joined them – ‘Why is that, Dougie?’
He’s suffering from ‘Killer’s Block’ – that’s a thing, right?
If this isn’t enough of a problem, the mysterious stranger who has been following him around reveals himself as the lead agent on the Grandson of Barney case, and he’s got plans of his own.
Doug’s certainly stuck between a rock & a hard place, things can’t possibly get any worse.
“Hahaha!! You silly man!” – says LIFE. “Let’s see… how can I make your life suck just a bit more…” ::dastardly rubbing hands together:: “Oh! I know!… Watch THIS!“
[Enter stage left:] The Kentucky Killer has come to town.
Now – the fun can really begin!
The Serial Killers Club is fun, darkly humorous, and it kept the ‘whodunit’ muscle in my brain working overtime.