Sleepwalking

3/7/2005 Night 9 Entry 3 (continued)

(11:59 pm) Dear Diary,

I did it. I did what I've been wanting ot do for a long time. I'm so proud of myself! I did amazing. This was way easier then I thought

At 8:10 my parents usually go to sleep. They got into a fight earlier so my dad was sleeping on the couch. My mother falls asleep around 9:03. Since my sister wasn't here it made less work for me.

I got up around 10 and did my usual "sleepwalking" ruse. Then once I was out of sight with the camera I set up, I headed into the kitchen. IT was hard to stay quiet cause the living room (where dad slept) was connected to the kitchen. I pulled out the biggest butcher knife I could find and went into the living room.

He was sleeping so soundly, almost cutely. I took much pleasure in dissecting him while he woke up I terror. He almost screamed when I pulled out his intestines, but I managed to keep him quiet. I loved watching the life drain from his helpless eyes.

Now it was time for mom. This was gonna be amazing. I had a better plan for her. Mom is a heavy sleeper, so I didn't expect her to wake up. When I went to go grab the hammer I snuck into my room I saw her standing in the start of the hallway. She looked confused and scares. Oh the look of terror in her baby blue eyes made me feel a type of joy I haven't felt since I was 3.

Mom screamed and ran to the bedroom, locking herself in. That was her one fatal mistake. It was quite easy to pick the lock. She cowered in the corner, crying, watching as I approach her, knife in one hand and a hammer in the other. When she tried to run I struck her in the temple, knocking her unconscious.

Mom woke up with her hands tied behind her back with her husband's intestines. She begged and begged for me to let her go, saying that she wouldn't tell anybody. Now, why would I believe her? Of course she would go and tell! Just for her lies, I made her suffer more. I set up my camera and recorded every last second of my torment to her. First off, I placed her fingers on the coffee table in the middle of the living room. I took my knife and slowly pressed down on each finger, leisurely amputating them. Her nightgown was covered in blood and tears. It looked like she dumped a whole jug of cranberry juice on her. I let her sit there for a minute.

Her last words to me were, "I love you, son." I almost spared her, but I was too far in. I slit her throat quickly and headed into my sisters room and hid in the closet.

It was done. Now the last step-

Wait for Maggie.

(Thank you so much for reading! This is my first actual story that I followed through on. Let me know if you want more stories liek this!)