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Hi.

You're probably confused. Let me explain.

My name is Brendon Urie, and I am a serial killer.

Ever since I was 10, I have had the instinct to kill. My first murder was the school janitor. Everyone knew he touched the kids in their inappropriate places, but no one ever did anything. That is until he tried to touch me. He asked me to help him with something in the closet. Of course, me being a child and not understanding any danger, I went in.

He touched me, of course he did. I didn't think anything of it, I didn't understand. I cried, because it hurt. It really hurt. I went home, not telling anyone. I went straight to bed. When my mother tried to tell me to come and eat dinner, I told her I was too tired.

"I'll make sure to eat a big breakfast mum."

That night, at 3:00 A.M. I had a dream. A large dream, showing me my life, along side this janitor. Like he was my father. But then, it came to a point where we making food. Dinner, to be precise. He was peeling carrots, and I was instructed to cut them. I looked up at him, happily watching him peel. Then, out of nowhere, I stabbed him. I watched the light and happiness run out of his eyes, I watched him stumble backwards and fall to the ground. I watched as he slowly died wailing for help.

I wake up. I get ready for school, an empty stare is all my face falls to. I wait until the end of school. I go to his closet. He thinks I want more. I smile. I get close to him. His smiles fades as I plunge the knife into the side of his neck. I pull the knife out, watching his blood squirt across the room. I feel the warm liquid fall across my face. A sense of pleasure resonating throughout me. I go home. I shower. The next day, school is cancelled. Say they found a body. A serial killer is on the loose. My mother is terrified for my safety.

Little did she know, I had a nice dream about her last night.

Dad shouldn't have left his safe code in his drawer.

I wonder what a bullet tastes like?

Most of the time I black out during a killing, it makes it quite exciting to find out who was last dead. Seeing Spencer on the tv was such a thrill. As you know though, three of my killings, I have remembered. I remember what I did, and how I did it. I'm not sure why those three were so special. Maybe it was the length of time I knew them. Importance of killing? Who knows, I haven't really figured out the entire thing yet either. Hopefully one day I will.

People would be confused with where the dream started, and where it ended. Honestly, I get confused sometimes too.

Remember Ryan?
I wonder why the band didn't work out.

Maybe it's because he's drowning.
20 feet underwater.

Must be freezing, poor soul.
He really loved me too.
They buried an empty casket.
Didn't know where the body was.
His family was so upset.

At least he got one last kick, he died mid orgasm. He thought being tied down to a heavy object was weird. Maybe he should've tried harder to convince me it was a bad idea. Pushed him over the edge of the boat.

His body would be almost gone by now.

With Dallon, well.
He was nice. He really did love me. I was quite surprised when he told me he had the same dream as me. Not sure what happened there. Welp, now you know.

I hope you aren't confused anymore.

Until the next dream.