Dear Diary, Book 2, Bitter Sweet...

Tuesday, 3rd January 2017 - Slayer: A Mysterious Package

Tuesday, 3rd January 2017 - Slayer: A Mysterious Package

Dear Diary

When I woke up, my knew that my mother was gone. Her work started again today, and she never bothered to say goodbye, wish me a good day or tell me when she would get back.

I began my daily ritual of inspecting the knife. As it usually was, it was in an excellent condition. I smelt the knife again, trying to find all that remained of my kill. It was still there, however, it was getting fainter.

I was going to need to find something else to kill very soon. As much as I liked my knife to be perfectly clean, these sort of smells gave it extra character. They made the knife take on a life of it's own, becoming more than simply an object or a tool.

I spent most of the morning inside the garage. All of the car's which were owned by this household were not kept inside the garage itself, instead being kept outside the house and on the kerp.

The garage was now, essentially, my domain. There was an older computer in it, as well as a small anvil. Eventually I wanted to be able to make my own knives, but I required a few more materials before I was able to start doing that.

On the computer I inspected knives of all types. Everywhere I looked, knives popped out at me from every image on the screen. While I loved my knife like I could nothing else, all of these other knives also fascinated me.

At some point after when most people would have lunch, I heard a rather large knock on the door, followed by somebody ringing the doorbell. I was unsure as to who could possible want anything from me at this time. I entered the house and walked down the hallway.

With one hand over the door handle and the other fingering my knife loose, I flung open the door, ready to strike.

There was no one there.

Instead, there was a large parcel sitting on top of the door mat.

I carefully kicked it. The package was rather heavy.

I dragged it inside, smothering parts of the blue carpet which it was pulled over.

Taking my knife out of my holster, I opened the box.

Inside was large amounts of recording equipment. Inside was everything that I had been wanting. There were video cameras, audio recorders and there was even a knife cleaning kit. I had no idea who had delivered this package to me, but it was definitely for me. There was no chance it could have been for anyone else.

Pleased with my new acquisition, a broad smile lit my face.

I smelt my knife.