“Nobody’s ever been arrested for a murder; they have only ever been arrested for not planning it properly.”
I’m sharing the prologue to my upcoming novel, ‘Eyebrow Killer.’
On a summer evening in 2001, Kerstin Lund murdered her parents with an ax. She was 15 years old at the time.
The family lived in the small Norwegian fishing village Henningsvær. It had been best known for its location in Norway’s extreme north, across a sprinkling of small islands in the Lofoten Arctic Archipelago. Kerstin’s father was a violent, abusive man who had worked hard but suffered from alcoholism and depression. Her mother, according to the family doctor, was a rigid and withdrawn woman. The police decided that the parents argued, and in the heat of the fight, Mr. Lund had murdered his wife. After realizing what he had done, he set his house and himself on fire. Their daughter had slept over at her friend’s that night, so she had a perfect alibi for the time of the incident. That was the official version of the events, but the village knew the truth. The daughter was the killer.
The case attracted colossal press attention and captivated the minds of many psychoanalysts in the country for a long time. The teenage girl spent six months in a private mental treatment center for teens in Oslo, and after passing all the necessary tests, she was released and sent home. Unfortunately, Kerstin’s grandparents had died some while back, and the only relative left was her mother’s half-sister, Linda Bergsten, who lived and worked in the USA, Minnesota. After contemplating it, she agreed to adopt the child. Kerstin changed her last name to Bergsten and left Norway.
In 2007, after the sudden death of her aunt, who had drowned during her vacation in Brazil, Kerstin vanished. In the interviews with the local media, some of the neighbors explained her disappearance by adding the mysterious remark, ‘she had a rough time finding her own self.’ Some were convinced that the girl was evil, and the darkness took her. After seven years missing, Kerstin Bergsten was declared dead. Her remains have never been found.
You might wonder what ‘a rough time’ means… I can’t tell you because if I do, I’ll reveal the identity of the murderer in this story.
“Murder is like potato chips: you can’t stop with just one.” Stephen King
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