Mr Teeth

This serial killer was a dentist. Yikes! You have a tooth ache, so you go and get that fixed, only to wake up without any at all. What a nightmare that would be, eh? Well, that's exactly what became of Mr Teeth's victims. He did kill them afterwards, but only after sitting them in front of a barber's mirror so the poor soul could see what Mr Teeth had done to them first. What a cruel and evil fate. What sick son of a bitch could've even thought about committing such despicable acts of murder? Well dear reader, read on and you shall soon find out!

The origins of Mr Teeth go back to 1989, when his first murder was discovered. Some poor boy on a bicycle was racing around the abandoned warehouse district near Detroit. He was just having fun, trying out his brand new bike, jumping ramps and practicing wheelies. A fun day out for an innocent eleven year old kid. This young boy was about to face true, unimaginable horror! He heard screaming in one of the nearby warehouses, he thought it was a ghost because nobody else was supposed to be knocking around there. The foolish boy got curious and dared to sneak into the screaming building, he wanted to see something supernatural, only what he did witness was something that would end up haunting his own mind forever and ever. Upon sneaking into the darkness, he crept around the corner to see not too far from where he stood, the large tall figure of Mr Teeth. He was leaning over a poor young woman who was screaming in terror, as the evil dentist began yanking her individual teeth out, one by one with pliers and other horrifying medical equipment. The boy watching involuntarily whimpered and Mr Teeth laughed, looking up at him. The dentist was hideous, he had a waxed mustache and big beady eyes, he wore a classic white doctor's coat which was stained red with his victim's blood.
"Have we got a visitor?" Mr Teeth grinned, making eye contact with the boy, his voice was posh and English, "let's get those baby teeth out!"
"No!" The boy screamed, spinning and fleeing out of the warehouse. Mr Teeth followed the kid outside, but fortunately the boy got on his new bike and cycled away far faster than he ever thought possible, escaping death's grip by the hands of that evil, monstrous dentist.

Mr Teeth has been spotted all over the United States of America, yet to this day nobody has ever come close to catching him. One can only guess why he removes his victims' teeth, maybe this dentist collects them for himself, or uses them to make false teeth that he sells anomalously to hide his identity. Police have been suspicious of multiple dentists around the country that match the serial Killer's description. The last time he was ever heard from, was when a young man went jogging on Miami beach one fine spring morning, a surviving victim was crawling along the sand, leaving a long blood trail across the yellow surface from his bleeding mouth. The jogger almost screamed upon seeing this poor young woman, naked, bruised and wet as if crawling out of the sea, which was where her body was supposed to be dumped. Miraculously this lady survived to tell her story.

She met Mr Teeth in a cosy bar by the Miami beach, he overheard her talking about how her teeth were killing her after an unfortunate work accident that left her jaw bruised and swollen. Her name was Faye and she had fallen over while carrying too much on her tray (she was a waitress at a diner) and the sudden drop of hot coffee and plated food made her slip and fall onto the sharp corner of a nearby counter.
"Oh you poor deer!" Mr Teeth said to her, "I'm a dentist, I can help you with that pain."
"I'm not made of money." Faye sighed, "I don't think I could afford it."
"No, for you my dear, I shall treat you for free!"
"For free?!" She blushed, liking the posh Englishman's accent and old witted charm.
"Of course!" Mr Teeth grinned, "here is my business card, my address is on the back. Come visit me anytime."
"Ok, I'll do that, thank you!" She giggled. Two days later she knocked on his house door, he invited her in and she felt fully comfortable, not at all unnerved or frightened by the dentist's company. So when he offered her a cup of English tea, she accepted it gladly, eager to try his native drink. She drank it and found the taste strange, English style tea wasn't for her. Then she felt sleepy and collapsed in an instant. When she woke up, Faye was restrained onto a surgical table. She looked around in a panic, finding herself in what appeared to be a dark and claustrophobic basement.
"Let me go!" She begged.
"Not before I fix those darn teeth of yours!" Mr Teeth laughed, pulling out a scalpel and forcing her mouth open! Faye couldn't find the strength to keep her lips shut over the raw power of Mr Teeth's hands, forcing her gob open so he could operate on her teeth. The sheer pain of the metal scalpel cutting away thick flesh to dig out her beautiful pearly whites was absolute agony! He yanked and pulled them all out, taking hours to finish the job. All Faye could taste was liquid iron as her mouth became nothing but a bloody mess of ripped gore. Then Mr Teeth said; "smile!" While showing her a nearby mirror and despite her unbearable pain she screamed louder than she ever had or ever will again. Then he punched her in the forehead, knocking her out cold. She awoke in the ocean and swam to shore where the Miami jogger found her washed up and completely toothless.

That was back in 2001 and Mr Teeth hasn't committed another murder since. Maybe the old English man died or he gave up his murder spree to become a regular dentist. He might've moved back to his home country when police came too close to discovering his true identity which to this day remains a complete mystery.