Friday, November 22nd, 4:53pm,
So Frannie is coming over today because she said she wants me to help her with an idea she has for a fake torture device. Maybe she doesn’t suspect anything of me after all. Also, I had no use for Zach any longer, so I killed him today. I stabbed him through the heart, a simple cliche move, but yeah. The smelling of the corpses also got worse so I decapitated all of them except for the cats and buried the bodies. Then to really make them my trophies, I taxidermied them and I taxidermied the cats. It took a while, but at least now they don’t smell.
I’m pretty sure that the cops are suspecting me of the missing kids, They’ll probably wanna do a house search. I’m scared, but I hid everything and made everything clean, so they can’t possibly accuse me of murder.
Friday, November 22nd, 7:33pm,
Frannie just went home. I think I scared her. I asked her if she saw the white patches on Hollister and she said she didn’t. Then when she proceeded to pet him, everywhere she petted him instantly turned white. I screamed at her to stop infecting my cat, but she just said she wasn’t and told me there were no white spots on him. I saw them, I know I did, but I guess maybe she’s blind or something. I’ve realized that my cat gets infected with spots every time someone touches him or he does something he’s not supposed to. I don’t know why, but it’s making him impure and causing him to betray me. He is the only friend I have left, so he can’t possibly betray me, at least not now.
After Frannie left, I went downstairs and started working on plaques to place the taxidermied heads on. That will take a while and I’ll work on finishing it after this diary entry.
Sunday, November 24th, 2:01pm,
The cops searched my house yesterday and they didn’t find anything besides my torture device. I begged them not to take it because it’s like my baby, but they took it anyways. I’m also really really sad because I know I’m gonna get caught and I’ll be taken from my Hollister. He would have no one to take care of him for me and I couldn’t stand the thought of him fending for himself, so I had to kill him. He is my only friend and he is my best friend. He only had one patch or two of black left on him and I had to save him from becoming completely white. I placed him in the bathtub and said my goodbyes while giving him a fair amount of kisses on his head before i submerged him into the water and held him under. I cried the whole time and kept telling him I was sorry as he squirmed in my hands, desperately trying to surface for air. When his body went still, I let him go and I broke down crying more than ever. My hands were shaking really really bad and I felt more emotional and sad than I ever have in my entire life. I told myself then that yes, I was a killer. No, I wasn’t always a cold blooded killer… I used to be normal. But I made choices and I took lives and I deserved to do my time in respect for those lives I took, no matter how much I had hated them. I spent a few of the following hours taxidermying Hollisters corpse and placed it one one of the plaques. Yes he was a trophy, but unlike all of the others, Hollister was a trophy that resembled the last bit of friendship and the last bit of love that I had in my life. I placed him with all the others on a shelf, and I know that the cops may be here soon to arrest me and take me to jail. Turns out I can’t run forever, nor can I hide. I just wish it didn’t have to be like this.
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