I'm Not A Psycho...I Just Like To Kill (On Hold)

The Logic Of A Murderer

    I'm not crazy, or psycho, or anything along those lines. I just like to kill. That's what I do, it’s my hobby. Some people read, some people fix or repair things, but not me. Those things are boring and a waste of time. See killing people is exciting, especially when you have the kind of victim that likes to fight back. It sends a pleasant chill over my body when I hear them scream, begging me to spare them.   

    Ted Bundy and Jeffrey Dahmer are my hero's, the men I look up to. They knew how to live, they knew how to kill, and they did. They killed whenever they got the chance and they never felt any remorse. Folks say, "How could someone kill another human being?" And I think, "How could you not? It’s fun!”  I've killed so many women, that I have almost lost count, but I think there have been about 26 so far. I, myself, am only 27 years old. This kill count is possible because unlike my heroes, I know how to commit my murders without getting caught. The police never seem to suspect it’s me. I think maybe it’s because I’m a naturally sweet and charming guy. My mother raised me right, she raised me to be respectful and I'm very proud of her.She still believed that I couldn't hurt a fly up to the day I killed her.That was my first murder.

    I was 19, but I still remember it like it was yesterday. It’s not like I didn't love my mother, I just felt like I should give her the honour of being my first. It was my gift to her and she never saw it coming.She thought I was making her dinner, when I hit her in the back of the head with the metal bat that she bought me for Christmas. I found the loud sound that her skull made as it cracked...Yummy. She fell from her chair and hit the ground with a loud thud.

    The blow to her head wasn't hard enough to kill her; I had made sure of that. I took the largest knife I could find in our kitchen, out of my pocket, and walked slowly towards my mother.I looked down at her in amazement, there was just so much blood it was so beautiful. I almost got lost in the sight of it all, but I carried on. I nudged her with my foot and she groaned a little. She squinted up at me, and I could tell she was shocked. I could tell she never imagined that her only child would be the end of her.   

    The last thing she saw was me smiling, as I plunged the knife deep into her stomach. I slowly pulled it out watching the way the blood seeped through her shirt and dripped from the knife.I started to get upset with her, because she didn't make a sound. When I watched our local butcher kill pigs they would squeal and squirm, but she only lied there she didn't even fight back.I was giving her the honour of being my first kill, because the way I see it, death is beautiful and to die by the hands of me was a huge honour.   

    The fact that she didn't recognize this honor enraged me so I kept stabbing her. Each thrust of the knife became more vicious then the last. Once I was finished, I slid her body onto a tarp and cleaned her off. I put her body in the trunk of my car and showered.   

    As I drove down our busy street I waved to the neighbors and smiled kindly to the children, laughing at their ignorance as to what was in my car. I went to the woods, driving deep into the trees, until I couldn't see anything for miles. I found a nice spot where no roots would get in my way as I dug. The hole was 8 feet deep, at least. It had taken me at least 10 hours, but it was perfect. I rolled the body into the grave and threw my clothes from the murder in too. I then piled dirt on top of her.  

    Back at home I made sure I cleaned the house from top to bottom. I used a special cleaner to get the blood out of the carpet and checked twice with a black light; to be sure I got it all. My mother didn't know many people, she had no friends. She didn't work either and all our family was dead. Who would come looking for her? I packed my things, and left. 

    That was 8 years ago and I have killed many women, 25 to be exact not including my mother. Each one was more exciting than the last, but in the last year, I haven't been able to get my fix. I just haven't found the right woman. I have been dating a sweet young girl by the name of Katie, and I know that I really have to act soon, because I seem to be losing my sanity. Maybe she'll get the gift of being my next, sooner than I thought....