Diary of a psycho

January,1

Name: Jason Cunning
Age:25
New year, new me I start the hunt tomorrow I can't wait for my kids to keep me company my age range I go for is usually 3-10. I have a love for kids and I have a craving to have my own.

Pulsing, pounding.
I start counting 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10

The voices in my head wants me to start now. I better listen to that voice my what will voice, my what if voice my do it now voice. I can't sleep, my eyes stay open like little blades keeping my eye lids from shutting. sharp pain. Pulsing.
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10
Trying To control my mind from spiraling out and attacking the spirits that's haunting me. The voices are ripping my soul apart, I am bleeding out slowly as the spirits whisper poison into my brain. I awake and adrenaline rushes through me as I think of the little hands I get to snatch today. Little girls, little boys and maybe even a wife. I will finally have a family. Today I start my hunting I need to find the perfect family my life swears on it. If I don't I will be punished by the voices. They will stab me over a dozen times until I stop screaming and reaching for help. I look at the rusted clock it says 12:00. It's time, time. Time. Precious time waits for me. I have all the time in the world, yet I have to start now. I must start with my true love, I have to find the perfect woman who will do chores for me, for me to train her to love me. We will be forever in love. I step outside. The bright, bright light is too strong for my eyes they finally adjust. I'm on the hunt.
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10 begin.