Crazy Eights

Chapter 15

        I woke up bright and early this morning, 6am at the latest, and immeadetly went into the study. Everyone else is still sleeping, though even if they were awake they would not bother me. I spread everything back out on the floor, but instead of placing the files on top of eachother, and leaving the vials in there case, I matched the files and vials, and lay them out neatly in a grid pattern.

        "41 vials  but only 40 files......." I said, flipping through the files until I saw one, I never thought I'd see, Tommys.

                                                Thomas Mason Fern

Thomas Mason Fern is 4 years old, related to Carrie, and old member of our group. We have killed Carrie, and now have Tommy with us. We have him under our control, but he refuses to kill anyone. That is okay for now, but when he is older he will kill, or be killed. That is the way things work around here.

        I couldn't beleive what I'd read. "Is he alive still?" I asked myself, grabbing a notebook I hadn't noticed before. It said "Chase" On the front cover on the notebook. It was small, black leather, slightly worn.

                                                                                                                                                1993

        We are the Crazy Eights. We live in North Carolina, and we are murderers. There are 8 of us: Simon, Susan,Carrie,Joyce, Tyler, Mitchell, Lucielle, Chrisitna and me Chase. We're all the same you see, well besides Tyler, Mitchell, and Susan. We kill all those who are not like us. None of our parents care, you see. We are just a toy to them. They use us to look good, but they do not care for us or our well being. All of our families are divorced, and that's why we have all bonded

                                                                                                                                                                    1993

Mitchell, Susan, And Tyler have all been killed, they were just to happy within their families. So we killed them, and we have new members now. Our members now: Me, Carrie,Joyce,Simon,Christina,Luke,Lucielle,Rachel. This may be our group, I am not sure about Rachel though. She doesn't seem like our type. We have killed 10 people this year. and 10 people last year, that is our limit. 10 people per year, if we go over that, we go to the police one by one, turning eachother in, that way we will always be together. Tomorrow is the last day of this year, then the murders will start all over again. we have been doing this for 3 years, next year will be much more fun.

                                                                                                                                                                      1994

It is the new year. A week in, and we haven't killed anyone. A new family with 3 kids will be moving in next week, oh the fun we will have with them. Carrie found a house down the street, a 25 year old woman named Aveline lives there. Carrie told her about us, so we will have to kill her and Aveline. It's her own fault for betraying us.

                                                                                                                                                                   1994

We killed Aveline, well Joyce did. But when we went to Carries house, to bring her to Slaughter House, she was gone. Her mother said she was in her room, I guess she ran out the back door, and she brought her little brother Tommy. We will find them, no matter what. I can not beleive she would betray us like this.

                                                                                                                                                                   1994

This will be my last entry, We are going to jail now. We have killed 11 people already this year, and we are only 2 weeks in. We have turned eachother in, and are all now going to be locked up. I do not know how it came to this. Maybe we are all a little Crazy....

        That was his last entry. 'Jail records..." I thought to myself, sliding everything into my bad, and running down the stairs and out the door. I ran down the long winding dirt road, until I reached the old city records building. I ran into the building, and walked over the Jail records, receiving wierd glances from random pedestrians (hehe) that were in the building with me.

        After finding all of our jail records, I went over to the newspapers, and found the ones from 1990-1998. I grabbed them, put them in my bag and ran out of the building and back down the road, to the the house. I ran back up to the study, and locked the door, ignoring the concerned voices from the other side.

        "Let us see here" I said to yself, grabbing the records from my bag. They were all the same, murder, psychological problems, divorced families. You would have thought that we were all the same person just from the files, but that didn't matter what mattered was what they did to us.

        All the news papers and reports said they ran tests on us, and experminted on us. But they never said what kind of test, only that it didn't matter because we couldn't be human, not with all that we had done. They never found the slaughter house either, I should be grateful. But how could I be, I am a non-human homicidal maniac.