People think I am a homicidal maniac but I'm just a normal person. I just get pissed when people do the most stupid thing I have ever seen. Like taking a shower at a shady motel. Oh yeah I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Norman Bates, me and my mom moved here a while ago. I really don't remember why we moved but it's not important.
But I started killing people when we moved here. Sometime I kill them of lust, sometimes being no good, and sometimes being complete fags. My hobby is taxidermy, I like doing different animals. But I don't do people, if you thought then your a sick bastard. I'm not trying to be mean, I'm trying to be strait with you.
I have to admit it I am a pervert, I mean all I do is look at a bunch. I can't even count how many bitches I kill because of it. But one day I'm going to find a girl, maybe.
I keep a knife where ever I go, just in case I need it. One time I some girl's card didn't, and I had to knock on this girls door right. She didn't answer so you know, I had to check on her. I walked in and I didn't see her but I heard the shower turned on. I walked in to see if everything was OK, but the shower certain was over. I grabbed my knife out in case it wasn't her. I crept forward the shower kind of creeped out.
I walk up to the certain and slid it across. She scared the shit out of me because she screamed so damn loud, it beat the shit out of my ear drum. Soooooo you know I started stabing and jabing about twenty times. Yeah, I kind of killed her. It wasn't my fault the bitch screamed. It took four hours to get her blood stains off a little bit. Then I was like fuck it, the bitch has too much blood. I don't think I'm a homicidal maniac at all.
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Inside My Mind
HumorThis story is the diary of Norman Bates, the homicidal maniac. This story gives you what going on in his mind. How he killed why he killed.
