Diary of a Serial Killer [In Progress]

June 6th, 1994

I found my next victim. Same bus as I found the girl on but closer that she lived. His identification says he is 44-years-old. Of course, his peppered gray and brown hair and the stress lines on his face speak to his age, but looks can be deceiving.

I remember watching him from the same place I always sit when I take the bus, the back seat. He was sitting closer to the back door of the bus. The blue, grey, black, checkered shirt he was wearing didn't really go with the blue swing shorts and he was wearing dark sunglasses. It was overcast, there was no sun, there was no need for sunglasses. Someone about the way he was dressed and those glasses just really made the urge go crazy.

I followed him off the bus and down his street. He lives alone. I watched him go into his house and when he was asleep I broke in. It wasn't too hard really, he left the back door unlocked. He snores loud, but the blow to his head with the lamp knocked him out completely. I had to take the sheets and blankets and remake the bed. There was blood from where I hit him, I didn't think I hit him that hard. I couldn't leave any evidence.

Again, the violence and the kidnapping sated the urge. I locked him up in the same room as the girl in the basement. I know how I will dispose of his body. I will cut him up and take the body parts far away and get rid of them, but first, he needs to die.

Part of me wants to do it myself, but I'd rather see it done by someone else first.

Tomorrow I will offer the girl freedom, but the price she will need to pay is to take the mans life. I wonder if she feels her life is worth more than his.

I guess we will find out.

- Joshua