Diary of a Serial Killer [In Progress]

June 15th, 1994

The girl is dead. She came at me when I opened the door. I thought she was sleeping, but it was just a play to get me to come in with my guard down. I had planned exactly how I would kill her it was going to be poetic but instead, I had to compromise because she attacked me.

The first blow of the hammer broke the ribs up her right side. I heard the ribs crack with each blow of the hammer. She cried out before falling to the ground. Next, she grabbed at my leg and I swung the hammer down on her right hand, it shattered the bones in her palm and I continued to hit her breaking the fingers. After a while, I could not tell if it was her screaming or me.

She cried and begged me to stop and let her go, but the urge it had me. I could taste her blood in my mouth and it was all over me. Something came over me and I reached down and bit down on her hand hard. She screamed and tried to claw at my face and I swung the hammer again. It hit her on the side of the head. The anger built up inside me was impossible to contain and I kept hitting her in the face with the hammer.

She stopped moving, at least in a lively manner, her body still twitched. Her face, well it no longer looked like a face. It was a pile of mush. Her eyes were gone and her nose crushed in, her jaw hung limp.

She was dead. I had killed her. I was no longer just someone who hurt others or made other hurt others – I am a murder. I had taken a life. Part of my mind tried to justify it. I had killed a woman who had killed a man, but I had forced her hand and made her kill him.

The urge was quiet. For now. I left her body in the basement and washed off the blood. I am tired now, I will sleep.

- Joshua