Age twelve:
After the second disappearance of a child, both in the same school, the police were very suspicious.
Abagail Nelson and Jeremy Summers both have not been found. And they never will… alive at least.
A few days after I murdered Jeremy and Papa, I got pulled aside in school. My skin crawled and my blood went cold.
“We heard you and Jeremy were close…” a female officer with a large, unattractive nose says.
“We were friends,” I said and folded my hands on my lap.
“Was Jeremy bullied, Lori? Do you know if he was happy at home?” she asked with a plastered on look of sympathy.
“He was an outcast… like me. I don’t think he was bullied though. But...” I said biting my lip.
“Go on, Lori,” the woman urged. She didn’t care about anything but answers.
“He used to tell me how his foster parents hit him a lot. For nothing. He was scared of them...” I said, not completely lying.
“I see…” she pursed her lips, as if wanting to say more, but shuffled her papers signaling she was finished.
She asked me a couple more questions and referred me to the school counselor if I needed to talk. I said I would; which of course was a lie.
I spent my summer of 6th grade reading and drawing. I love horror stories and drama.
Edgar Allen Poe is my favorite.
My drawings consisted of trees, scenery, and animals. The urge to kill was intense, so I was afraid if I drew humans it would become unbearable.
I’m in 7th grade now, and haven’t killed since Jeremy and Papa. The urge is strong. But if I kill again I have to plan.
Killing is easy; getting away with it is not.
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Lori Born Evil
HorrorI believe I was born evil. I was born with hate. I was raised by loving parents, yet I still hate. Sometimes I think I am not human; I cannot feel. I enjoy others'...
