Oh how I love to kill female humans. I really do. Their voices, it... Intrigues me. Their voices are so beautiful. Their screams I could listen to for days. And the best part? They don't even see it coming. The red that comes out of my victim's throat paints the walls and covers all evidence of me ever being there. All the evidence that points to me just... Disappears along with the victim's life. It's exhilarating. This all started when I took an interest into a female's body. Well, in another way. I wanted to kill them. Slaughter them. Yes, slaughter is the word I'm looking for. I'm not a normal male, I guess.
It all started back then. Yes, I remember it like it was yesterday. The reason why I've become the person I am now. The killer that I've become is because of this. Because of my past, I have become who I am now. See, most people regret their past and what they did. I don't. I really don't. Rather than regretting, I was glad that it happened. I was thankful for everything that happened to me when I was a child. I enjoy my life now, killing a few people here and there, it was kind of like my "Job" and my payment was the sweet sound of the anguished cries of my victims.
Back when I was an 8-year-old, I lived in a poor farm. It was hard to earn the money for ourselves. All we had were a few cows and crops. My family consists of just me and my mother. My father left us for a war and I guess... He never came back. My mum and I try to eat as little as possible as the rest of the crops we grow are sold to the people in town.
The house was old and it had this sinister aura to it. Well, it was my house so I didn't really notice. There were stairs that lead into the house but they were so old that even one step on them felt like it could have collapsed the entire house. I tried to avoid them so I went into my house through the back door. Every step I used to take on them, there was this 'crack' sound. The planks were so unstable. The underside of the house was hollow. The only support was the four wooden poles that formed a rectangular shape. I suppose that a few rats and insects live there, maybe even a live bird.
It was when I caught my first mouse that I realised I was kind of like a... God. Yes, the almighty being that I didn't believe exists. That one that created this very Earth I'm standing on. I believed I was his equal. Except the difference was that I took lives and he gave lives. No, I'm not his equal, I am better than him. I can't be equal to something that doesn't even exist. I could decide whether they lived or died.
I could have tortured them, though I wouldn't know if they were screaming or not. All I know is that they are suffering and all I'm doing is playing with them. This was kind of like the trigger for me. This was the thing that made me who I am today. Not only this but also, when my mother passed away and I had to look after the farm myself, I couldn't do it. So rather than looking after the cows, I decided to kill them. Just like what I did to the rats.
I felt like I couldn't be stopped. This feeling, is this how the criminals feel after killing someone? I love this feeling. It felt... So good. It's like those feelings you want to keep feeling, like when you accomplish a goal, there's that feeling of satisfaction. To me, killing living things gave me this feeling. This is the drive that makes me want to keep going. I went from rodents to livestock and from livestock to real living humans. The livestock were screaming so loudly when I was playing around with them. Their scream is like music to my ears that I could fall asleep listening to their screams. I got chills down my spine every time I heard them. This feeling you would never feel unless you have the determination and commitment to go through with killing something and ending their life. That was until I killed other humans.
There would always be females that walk alone on the streets at night. I would take this chance to try seduce them and get into their house. Sigh, Females are so simple minded, all it takes is looks and they are drawn in. Well, same goes for the males. I guess humans really are simple minded. I'm not saying I'm smart, but at least I am able to manipulate the dumb humans around me. I guess you could say I'm at a higher level of intelligence.
They know not of what my objective was, they just take me along. Once the door lock goes 'Click' while we are inside the house. The next thing seen when the door is opened is the body lying on the ground with nothing but blood permanently smeared over the walls, painted so red that even the lights won't make the room brighter. Once I'm done, I move on to the next. No one even knows who killed the victim. No one but me.
This was the reason I kept killing. I believe that I'm a god. I have become a god. I have ascended from all these human beings. Nothing can in stand in my way. I can't be stopped. I am God.
-Jack the Ripper
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A reason to Kill
HorrorOne of the possible reasons why Jack the Ripper killed humans -Used this as a school creative writing-