Statue

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May 29, 2010

I did it again Kate. I was traveling and I saw her. A nice blond woman with a big bosom. She was so pretty, I knew I had to have her. I pulled my rig next to her and she hopped right in. "There's a cafe named Lous' about 5 miles down the highway," she said. She was so pretty, wearing jeans and a shirt that showed off her volumptuous chest. We got to the cafe and I offered to pay for her food. She ordered a steaming pile of pancakes with blueberries on top. God, she was so gorgeous Kate. She looked just like our little Mary. Just as clumsy as her too. She dropped her fork halfway through her food. She finished eating her food and asked if we could go. I walked outside with her, disgusted at the overfilled trashcan by the door. "Do you know this area?" she asked me. I told her no and she insisted to go to a statue of the towns founder. "Marcus Burningham" the sign read. The statue was located back in the forest, gleaming in the sunlight. It was such a perfect spot. She didn't suspect a thing when I went up behind her and grabbed her. Her screams were sweet music to my ears. Music no one else could hear. Her body was so pretty, all those useless clothes hiding it. she whimpered and cowered as I took my knife across her chest. The blood was so pretty against her pale skin, gleaming in the sunlight. I kept her awake for as long as I could, carving into her chest and legs. She was as pretty dead as she was alive. Fucking her corpse was such a sweet pleasure Kate. That wasn't even the best part. That statue I told you about? The one we visited with Mary when she was young? I put her body there. I hung her from the founders outstretched hand. She looked like that Raggedy Ann doll Mary carried around everywhere. I wish you could've seen it Kate. Maybe next time. 

- This is an excerpt from Bobby Johnsons journal. 24, serial killer and necrophiliac, he murdered over 50 women and wrote about it in several journals which he sent to his ex wife right before his suicide. They were turned over to the police and eventually got out to the public. 

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