It feels weird actually writing this. I never said anything related to what I do out loud before, and even though this isn't necessarily speaking, it's close enough. I assume that you are fairly confused on what I'm talking about. Just be patient, I'll explain it soon. In the meantime, I should probably introduce myself.
Hello, my name is Blue Morris. I'm twenty years old, I am currently an art major, and I live alone. I am fairly rich due the not-so-legal work I'm doing. Another thing about me is...
I'm a serial killer.
The times between each killing is usually about a month apart, and if anyone for whatever reason gets ahold of this journal, they will probably think I'm a psychopath, in which I can't really argue with. I even agree with that statement to a certain degree, I am definitely not normal in any way, shape, or form. I know that murdering people, for any reason whatsoever, is wrong and that if I die - it's a possibility that I can't - I'm going straight to Hell.
And I'm okay with that. And before you say anything about me or what I do, let me clarify that I don't just kill for sport. I have a reason for why I kill people. I have to.
Anyways, the purpose for this diary is to document everything that I do, most of them, anyways. I been doing this ever since I was a kid and I realized that I should at least "preserve" the memory of each person that die in my hands. And maybe even document other events in my life, the legal and normal parts.
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The Diary of an Inhuman Serial Killer
Mystery / ThrillerAll living things need food and water to survive, Blue Morris needs a little more than that. Her life clock is always on the verge of running out, and the only way to get extra time is by taking the lives of others. Blue is a unique girl in a unique...
