Diary of a Serial Killer [In Progress]

June 1, 1994

It was raining today. The rain, it seems, doesn't want to stop. It has been raining now for three days without end, or at least it seems without end, perhaps it stopped while I was asleep.

Today I decided it was time to choose my first. I have been thinking about this now since I was a lot younger. Although I have hurt people badly I have never killed anyone. And the people I did hurt, well it was decided by them and those around that they were nothing but accidents.

My first victim, well soon to be victim – they are still alive, is a woman I saw on the bus and followed. I am not sure what is it about her that makes the urge go out-of-control, but it has. I remember seeing her before I got on the bus, wandering around the bus stop. She was pacing, taping on her phone, almost like she was trying to keep the beat with whatever garbage was blaring through her headphones.

Maybe it's because I hate pacers. And people who tap things, they drive me crazy. I don't know why she was wandering back and forth in the rain. She was wearing two spaghetti strap t-shirts, a white one over a black one and black shorts. Her sandals, also odd in the rain, were simple with a black and white pattern on them. The purse she was carrying was a Guess purse and she also had done some shopping and carried a fabric bag with blue, light blue, and yellow stripes.

I got her as she got off the bus and ran towards her home, slipping down the side of the house for the back door – I think. I hit her on the back of the head. She fell, unconscious. I have tied her up and gagged her and she is in the basement. I have not decided how to kill her yet, but just the acts of violence and the kidnapping seem to have quelled the urge for now.

I guess I will see what happens.

- Joshua