The killer

The pattern

I won't say who I am. Just that I kill people. If you want to know who I am, you have to stick around. Good luck.

People think that I kill for fun. I don't. Normally killers don't kill for fun. We kill because of jealousy, hatred, because we are being paid even. But I do it for a completely different reason. My dad.

My dad was always fascinated in horror movies, books, and songs. After I was about twelve, I got hooked on it as well.

He was a big MCR fan. Huge. He owned all of the albums, all of the t-shirts, and all other band merch you could think of.

Then he died.

It had hit me like a brick. Tied to a train. That just so happened to be on fire.

I remember sitting in the little chair in the hospital, asleep. When the sudden flat beep woke me up. It was the heart monitor, hooked up to my dad.

Don't feel bad for me yet?

(Thinking back on it, that chair was really uncomfortable...)

After my fathers death, I slowly got darker and darker. My mom didn't notice, she stayed at the men's strip club every night to try to hook up with someone to get her mind off of my dad. I hate my mom.

I bet your wondering how old I am, considering that I still live with my mom. Well I don't. She lives with me. It's my house, but she has a room, a small office, and she even pays a small rent. She can't afford a house since she only works two shifts, and she only half heartedly does her work. And what doesn't go to her $200.00 a month rent, goes to the strip club.

I'm getting sidetracked. I do kill my victims in a very precise way. All of my victims are popular preppy brats, the kind of people that bullied me in jr. High school through high school. All of them seiners, who haven't gotten their fair share of shit. Once I get them, I hide them in the school that they attend, in a bathroom stall that I prestigiously paint with lyrics of the most listened to song on their phone.

The way that I do the actual murdering, it that I smother them with usually some big slab of raw meat. Then I take it home and feed it to my mom and her normal one night stayer. Making the murder weapon gone with no trace of it. Unless you count their poop.

I am very careful to make sure that I don't get any fingerprints on the body, but it really doesn't matter if I get any on the stall, because those walls are touched more in one day more than my mom in a whole week.

And no I'm not crazy, I detected. To murder. It's not weird. Maybe... I hope.