It's time to 'Go To Sleep'

All good and well

All is going well and there has been one or two more articles on me... But I don't pay attention to them anymore, because they are getting boring. Same killing after another. Being there is just....so more EXCITING! Than just.....READING it in an old newspaper. Meh. I LOVE KILLING PEOPLE SO BADLY THAT IM EVEN STARTED TO SCARE MYSELF. Yeah a lot. You stay out of it. I am you. I am me and you are you. No, we are the same, we are just splitting ourself so we have someone to talk to. Are you saying I've gone MAD! No, well, maybe, but I'm you, be careful, maybe I'm the sane half of you, start listening and STOP TELLING ME TO SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Ooh, a dead raccoon on the ground. It's matted bloodied fur, and bulging eyes, and the disgusting rotting smell is PUTRID. But still Fascinating. I picked up a stick and poked at the mangled corpse. A small hole formed in the creatures side and an even more putrid smell came out. I almost gaged. I decided I probably needed somewhere to stay and I guess rest, or at least kill and torture people. My memory from my childhood, before the accident is bland. I don't remember much, just small pieces, sad stuff, painful stuff, scary stuff, and interesting stuff. And the people I absolutely HATED. Ooh, I just remembered something. An old warehouse, yes, it's abondoned, people say it's haunted, I went there with my brother once. It was empty of anything special, and there were boxes piled to the ceilings. Some empty and some just had junk. That's PERFECT for me.

I felt a tingling sensation in my fingers and my knife dropped out of my hand. Damn it. The feeling I get was stronger than ever. Because, I don't know, but I do remember that a lot of teens go there, and young kids. Perfect place, yes, VERY perfect.

I knelt down and picked my knife back up. Now, only if I could remember where this place was. *deep in thought*

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I left, in the dark. It's a full moon and I'd have to carefull not to be seen. Although I could just kill them. So much more fun than walking around with your head to the ground. I finally see I large grey building up ahead. *giggles* there is no one in sight around this part, but, i do see a car parked out front of the building. Yay!

I hold back my laughter and start jogging to the building. It has one window next to the door. My excitement grows when I look in and see a flashlight, no, wait, THREE flashlights. I can't hold the feeling back any longer and I let it take over. It's a very strong feeling. VERY strong. It makes me and my senses stronger. Then, I sneak into the building through the open front door. Yay, makes it so much easier when it's not locked. I see one of the three guys walk away. He keeps going, and to a door, that looks like it is the only door in here that doesn't lead to out side. I creep that way too. The other two guys had gone the other way. They all looked around the age of 11. It would be so easy to get them scared and to scream. But, I wanted to kill each one of them. So, I wasn't going to torture this one so much as I would the other two.

*doorknob click* the door sounded slightly old as the blonde headed guy opens the door, not expecting me, lurking behind him, like, he could probably feel my presence, or my breath. Or maybe he can't. *shrug* This is going to be soooooo fricken fun. I feel my lips from a smile, yes, an actual smile, not my beautiful, carved-in smile.