Diaries of a Serial Killer
[I]I carryfully followed and drove behind them. Finally he pulled into a parkinglot to the Mill Creek Park. There was nobody in the park, it was perfect.
I slipped out of my car and walked up through the trees so not to be seen. I slipped behind his parked car where i could hear the poor child scream and cry in fear. It was time to put an end to this child's fear. I unsheathed my knife, just as I did I could see him reach over and hit her across the face telling her to shut up. He was going to pay.
I moved fast. I swung open the car door and yanked him out onto the ground. I stoopd over him holding the tip of the knife at his chest looking into his eyes. You rotten bastard, what God given right do you have doing this. I was going to deliver this savage beast straight to hell where he came from. The look in his eyes as I slit his chest was that of pure pain. He pleaded crying to stop, but death was sure to overtake him as I drove the blade of the knife deep into his chest. I withdrew the knife and with the metal handle clenched in my fist I drove slammed it to the side of his head as if driving a nail through a wall in one shot. His eyes glared open with the look of death. I grabbed the crowbar that had been laying in the passenger seat and drove it deep into his chest. There I slid the office memo onto the crowbar. I drove the little girl to the police station and dropped her off at the corner a block away where she was later found by the on duty downtown officer.
I slipped out of my car and walked up through the trees so not to be seen. I slipped behind his parked car where i could hear the poor child scream and cry in fear. It was time to put an end to this child's fear. I unsheathed my knife, just as I did I could see him reach over and hit her across the face telling her to shut up. He was going to pay.
I moved fast. I swung open the car door and yanked him out onto the ground. I stoopd over him holding the tip of the knife at his chest looking into his eyes. You rotten bastard, what God given right do you have doing this. I was going to deliver this savage beast straight to hell where he came from. The look in his eyes as I slit his chest was that of pure pain. He pleaded crying to stop, but death was sure to overtake him as I drove the blade of the knife deep into his chest. I withdrew the knife and with the metal handle clenched in my fist I drove slammed it to the side of his head as if driving a nail through a wall in one shot. His eyes glared open with the look of death. I grabbed the crowbar that had been laying in the passenger seat and drove it deep into his chest. There I slid the office memo onto the crowbar. I drove the little girl to the police station and dropped her off at the corner a block away where she was later found by the on duty downtown officer.