Diaries of a Serial Killer
July 7, 2004; 7:48pm,
After work I stopped off at the corner store to get a pack of cigarettes and pick up the paper. I couldn't believe the headlines that read "The Break'in Bandit Strikes Again" Apparently someone has been breaking into people's homes while they were out and robbing them blind. I remember taking a report just last week from someone who had their house broke into and the TV was stolen. I felt bad, they worked so hard trying to save up enough money to buy something nice then someone comes along and steals it from them. I decided that tonight would be the last.
I got in my car and drove down to Delaware Street this street had been hit twice in a row over the last few nights and tonight it was sure to happen again. And it did.
I saw him creeping down the street. he was all dressed in black and kept mostly hidden in the shadows. He stopped and went from house to house looking through the windows searching for the right house to break into. I got out of my car and followed him keeping ever so careful not to be seen. Finally i watched as he crawled through the window and into someones house. This would be his last.
I waited for a couple of minutes and unsheathed my knife. The blade was that of a razor's edge that gleamed from the moon above. If i was to strike it would be fast and hard, there was to much time if I went through the window. I had to bust in through the front door. I came crashing through it suprised him as he turned and fell back. I could see him reaching for something, it was a gun. But I moved quick. I was in through the door and ran right to him with my blade extended as I shoved it deep into his chest. Once in his chest I twisted the blade. He dropped the gun and grabbed onto me to keep from falling to his death. But sure enough the harder he grabbed at me the more I twisted the knife until he laid there bleeding to his death. I then took the newspaper article and using a kitchen steak knife I embedded the headline to his chest. They were sure to know it was him.
July 8, 2004; 1:29am,[I]
I returned home after a late night made my self a sandwich and finally rested in bed.
After work I stopped off at the corner store to get a pack of cigarettes and pick up the paper. I couldn't believe the headlines that read "The Break'in Bandit Strikes Again" Apparently someone has been breaking into people's homes while they were out and robbing them blind. I remember taking a report just last week from someone who had their house broke into and the TV was stolen. I felt bad, they worked so hard trying to save up enough money to buy something nice then someone comes along and steals it from them. I decided that tonight would be the last.
I got in my car and drove down to Delaware Street this street had been hit twice in a row over the last few nights and tonight it was sure to happen again. And it did.
I saw him creeping down the street. he was all dressed in black and kept mostly hidden in the shadows. He stopped and went from house to house looking through the windows searching for the right house to break into. I got out of my car and followed him keeping ever so careful not to be seen. Finally i watched as he crawled through the window and into someones house. This would be his last.
I waited for a couple of minutes and unsheathed my knife. The blade was that of a razor's edge that gleamed from the moon above. If i was to strike it would be fast and hard, there was to much time if I went through the window. I had to bust in through the front door. I came crashing through it suprised him as he turned and fell back. I could see him reaching for something, it was a gun. But I moved quick. I was in through the door and ran right to him with my blade extended as I shoved it deep into his chest. Once in his chest I twisted the blade. He dropped the gun and grabbed onto me to keep from falling to his death. But sure enough the harder he grabbed at me the more I twisted the knife until he laid there bleeding to his death. I then took the newspaper article and using a kitchen steak knife I embedded the headline to his chest. They were sure to know it was him.
July 8, 2004; 1:29am,[I]
I returned home after a late night made my self a sandwich and finally rested in bed.