Diary of a Serial Killer [In Progress]

June 26th, 1994

It took days to clean up the mess I made killing the girl. Her name was Maggie Wilson a local university student, but she didn't live locally. Her student card put her at the university here but her driver's licenses said she lived elsewhere. She lived nowhere now.

I had considered dropping her body in the same vat as I had the man I forced her to kill but I did not. She was not someone else's kill, she was my kill. I took her body to the forested area outside the city and found a thicket of trees. Inside the trees there is flat ground, I buried the body there in two garbage bags. She is still whole, I did not cut her up like I had the man I forced her to kill.

Though I am not a vampire or a cannibal I did take a mason jar full of her blood and her fingers. The fingers are sealed in a plastic bag in the back of my freezer, the blood I drank it over the course of the last week. Her identification is with the other mans, in my safety deposit box.

I make sure to bring the identification to the bank in large envelopes. The bank asked what I deposit in such envelopes and I told him legal documents and old letters. I don't trust him, maybe he will need to die as well.

The urge has yet to come back, but I know it will. I wanted my first kill to be beautiful and poetic not in a fit of rage and anger. Next time I will be more careful in how I deal with the person I choose.

Fool me once shame on me. Fool me twice and it may be me who ends up dead.

- Joshua