The Cannibal Diaries

Introduction

It was an unusually dark night, warm but pitch black. There was no moonlight. It was as if someone had snatched the moon right out of the sky. You are on your way to complete a sort of hazing ritual. You are aiming to join a college fraternity and have to spend a night in "The Cannibals" lair. Now, who is The Cannibal you may be asking. Well, The Cannibal is America's most notorious and nefarious serial killer.

There is said to be a diary in the house which he resided in before a brutal standoff with the FBI which killed The Cannibal. It is rumored that said diary vividly retells all of his murderous adventures down to every last rape, decapitation, and disembowelment. The FBI never found it, but to their credit, they condemned the building after nine federal agent's bodies were dragged out after the standoff. Now, you traveled to the suburbs of a decent sized village in Western New York, close to the city of Buffalo. The taxi that brought you to The Cannibal's realm quickly sped away after you paid the fare.

The locals say the house is cursed by the demon that lurked inside The Cannibal's body. You brush it off. Just plain, old fashion superstition. You sneak around back to find an already open window. Your intrigue is peaked. You carefully and intently listen to see if anyone is in the house. After a few moments of careful self-deliberation, you decide that you are alone on the property. You climb through the window and land safely inside the house. You take out your flashlight and begin looking around. You smell blood. Not fresh but blood that has been resting for some time. You see the blood smeared all over the walls and floor. At first panic sets in but you remind yourself that it's been almost a year since the blood has been wet.

The smell of decay is strong. It appears to be coming from the underneath the floor. You start exploring the "modest" abode of The Cannibal. You shine your flashlight down a hallway that has a single door at the end of it. You get a strong sense of both dread and mystery. It is as if you can feel every life that was taken from behind the door. You find more blood smeared along the sides of the corridor and spattered on the floor. As you approach the door, you find it slightly ajar. Bullets had ripped through it at a much earlier date. Your heart is racing as you open the door. Behind the tortured door is a staircase leading down to a one room cellar.

You traverse the stairs. It seems as if the darkness is swallowing you whole. Your flashlight is flickering and casting haunting shadows across the cellar. When the light finally stabilizes and your heart stops beating a million miles an hour, your focus is on an object lying in the middle of the room. You slowly walk over to the object, revealing it to be a diary. It's a large diary and when you look closely, you discover that it appears to be bound in human flesh. The thoughts that race through your mind are disturbingly amusing. You're future fraternity brothers had set this all up.

You pick up the flesh bound diary, and see a note pinned into the front cover. It's choppy but legible. You look up and see a single light above you. You pull the chain that's connected but nothing happens, as you suspected. You look around and find a fuse box. You set the diary down and walk over to the fuse box. You hold your flashlight up to it and locate the switch labeled "basement" and flip it. Suddenly, the light pops on and illuminates the whole cellar. It seems like a magnificent and blinding holy light appeared but it's the simple fact it was pitch black and you turned the light on. You walk back over to where you put the diary down and sit. It's a dirt floor but you've got an old pair of jeans on.

You take the pin out of the diary and the note falls on your lap. You pick it up and inspect it further. It has aged but is still in good condition, as if it was laid just for you. You look at the diary in greater detail. It feels like actual flesh and it looks like flesh. You count the different patches of skin and find that there's twenty-seven pieces that bind the book. You try to open the flesh bound diary but there is a little lock on it with a rotational numbers. You decide to read the note and see if it has any clues to the combination. It reads word for word as stated below.

"They call me the Cannibal. I've never been caught for the heinous crimes you're about to delve into. For whoever finds this diary will never see the world the same way again. If you have the gusto to continue, then by all means, please read on. I started my serial killing in the late summer of 1990. I've claimed more than sixty lives in the past twenty-five years. I've eluded all sorts of authorities. The FBI, I believe, is closing in on me. After twenty-five years of being a butcher of human meat, they've finally gotten to me.

I know that you will judge me, reader. Like stated earlier, if you make it to the end of this bible of butchery, you will be changed forever. The combination to the lock is the area code in which you are in, reading this note. My diary is my greatest achievement. More notorious than the murders, is the recollection of them. For me, reading from it always gave me great pleasure. Adding to it proved even more pleasurable. You've been warned reader, for if I fall to the authorities, you will always remember my name.

The Cannibal, September 11, 2014"

You quickly figured out the area code and combination for the diary. They don't call it the 716 for no reason you figured. You opened to the first entry and began to delve into the madness of a psychopathic serial killer. You're filled to the brim with anticipation and fear as to what you're going to find inside the retelling of these vicious and deleterious acts. With your back to the stairs and all your attention on the diary, you don't hear the creeping of a fiend most evil, of The Cannibal.