The Story of a Killer

17 - part 1

I waited and saved up enough money and time so that by the time I was 17, my life was stabilized. I did not kill that many people, due to the fact that I was too lazy to. I was very busy, with work and managing a living and have worked for many months as a "22" year old fast food employee. I have in fact been upgraded to a manager of one of the shops, allowing me to have more freedom with my life.

However, I am getting bored.

I decided to have a little fun. I invited several of my employees over for a dinner. As the first one came in, I told him he was the first to arrive. 

"Hello, so glad to have you over. You are the first one, I'll have dinner ready when everyone shows up." I said.

"Yo thanks, it's great to finally not have to pay for your own dinner," Rob said jokingly.

"The closet is at the back in case you want to put your jacket down," I directed.

We walked to my jacket closet, with his back to me. As his hands were busy putting up his coat, stab. I pulled the knife from his back and repeatedly stabbed him in his back. His screams of anguish excited me. The coughing of blood made me feel happy. His yelling made me feel powerful. I stabbed him more and more. Making it 32 stabs in the back. 

As the next victim -I mean guest- rang the doorbell roughly 10 minutes later, I welcomed him in. Again, at the closet, he went to go put up his coat.

"WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK!" excalimed the worker as he saw the blood of his once-was co-worker.

I cut off the lights,  enjoyed the sounds of him screaming for his life as he knew what was about to happen. I took my knife, and enjoyed the calming sound of the blood coming out of his back. A quiet hiss came out as 32 stabs sank into the satisfying cracks of his back. 

I repeated this process for the next few workers that came to my house. 32, 32, 32, 32 every murder was 32 stabs. After I was finished. I hit a crash. I needed something to boost my happiness. I wasn't satisfied yet with simply murdering. I dismembered the bodies, and stiched them together, into a monster. I spent a few days on this in fact. While the news was frantically talking about several missing people, and a killer on the loose (me) that escaped a mental institution. I had to hire several random employees to fill in the those that were "missing."