[ WP ] Your father admitted on his deathbed that he was the most successful serial killer of all time , just killing 100s of random people in random ways in random cities throughout his life , never leaving traces , and he gave you a list of his victims .

My mouth was open. I knew it was, but I was n't able to close it. What in God's name? In my hands I held a list of names, men and women, date of birth followed by date of death. Date of death 30 years and one day after date of birth. 
 
 `` Close your mouth Becky, you'll catch flies,'' My dad barked at me. My head jerked up and I looked at my father, the single dad that had raised me as best he could. He was withered a crippled, laying in a hospital bed with wires and tubes sticking out of him and still he was strict and imposong. Guess you can take the man out of the army but you ca n't take the army out of the man, even in death. 
 
 `` Daddy wha? Why? How?'' I asked, my voice coming out a whispered shriek of disrepair and unbelief. 
 
 `` The how was simple. The what was murder, and the why? For the good old hell of it,'' My dad said with a twisted grin. `` 250, not counting the ones from my time in the service.'' My eyes went wide. Dad stopped smiling. `` Do n't look at me like that Rebecca Louisa Carter, it was them or you, be glad it was n't you.'' 
 
 I dropped the papers and ran.
