The Photographer & The Jolly Neighbor

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Kai-

Years was fast approaching. Yung nakuha kong pera sa tatay ko ay ginamit ko upang ipang-ayos ng papel para sa bago kong katauhan. I even gone into nose and lip surgery para mawala yung dati kong itsura na kamukha ng demonyo kong ama. I got my new birth certificate from Kim Jongin into Park Mihn Kai. I got a small apartment located at almost hidden part of SoKor and bought a 2nd hand mini truck. Kung saan kaunti lang ang residente. Lalagpas ka muna ng tulay, maraming warehouse at sa likod ng malaking tambakan ng basurahan, makikita ang maliit kong apartment na pagmamay-ari noon ng namayapang care-taker ng dampsite. I also bought a 2nd hand mini truck yung halos patapon na pero umaandar pa. Yeah that one. I started to apply different jobs na pwede saken dahil I never graduated high school. I needed a job dahil wala na din akong pang suporta sa sarili ko.

Naging janitor sa mall, driver ng food delivery, karpintero, taga pintura ng bahay. Kahit ano basta may suweldo at mabubuhay ako and most importantly, malayo sa bahay ko.

I even created my life background kung saan naulila ako ng mga magulang ko na kunwari ay na-murder at namatay na yung utaong umampon sa akin kung saan iniwanan ako ng maliit na ipon blah blah blah I even faked a cry para lang pumayag ang matandang babaeng uugod-ugod na nagbebenta ng apartment na bulok para ako ang kumuha. She lives two blocks from me at mag-isa na lang sa buhay. Dinadalaw siya ng anak niyang lalaki paminsan minsan na mukhang wala din naman pakialam sa kanya. She died eventually and caused of her death? Overdosed. Well hinaluan ko lang naman ng mga dinurog kong puting gamot na hindi ko na alam kung ilan basta lagpas sa bilang ng daliri ko yung flour na ilalagay niya sa bine-bake niyang tinapay. Nadamay tuloy pati aso niya. Ang talino ko di ba? Masyado kasi siyang madaldal sermon dito sermon dun. She deserved it anyways. Naisip tuloy ng mga pulis na nagpakamatay siya at isinama niya yung aso niya dahil sa depresyon. Since I was a 12- year old kid back then, sino naman mag-iisip na ako yung kriminal? Sa maamo kong mukha? They will definitely leave me out of their suspicions.

21 year-old me became a heartless murderer/rapist. Watching different real story murdering caught on cam and porn sites became my hobby. I even got a friend in me but nobody sees him.

Only me.

He will whispered everything to me. He becomes my best friend in everything I do.

One night while I'm on my walk going home from buying my dinner, I saw a teenage girl walking out of their home. Nagsisigawan sila ng nanay niya habang papalabas siya ng bahay. Nagtago ako sa isang posted na patay-sindi para tignan yung babae. I saw her mom slapped her before reaching their gate. Naawa ako sa dalaga.

My invisible friend told me na pareho yung babae sa naging sitwasyon ko noon. Somehow the thought of my dad who keeps on punching my 8-year old self because there's a dirt left on right side mirror of his car when he told me to clean it sinks inside my head.

I followed the crying girl while I was driving in the middle of the night. Sinitsitan ko siya pero di siya lumilingon. I became irritated. After my 4th cat-called she looked back and got scared then run. It somehow gave me an exciting scene. I quickly grab her and covered her mouth. When she can't stop blubbering, I punched her tummy that gave her a weak body and gave me an easier time to carry her and put her inside my mini truck.

My first victim named Mina is a teen-age girl na katulad ko, namatayan ng tatay at naiwan sa ina. Katulad ko, siya din ang sinisisi ng nanay niya sa pagkamatay ng ama niya. Then a thought of being a hero for the girls in my age needs me. I will haunt every girls na same situation sa akin noon. Kukuhanin ko sila at dadalhin sa bahay and I will let them choose. Live a life with me or I will kill them or let them kill themselves kesa maging miserable lang buhay nila sa paninisi sa kanila habambuhay ng magulang nila dahil sa pagkamatay ng miyembro ng pamilya nila. They called it murder, I called it Mercy Killing. Sa isip ko, kailangan ko sila kuhanin dahil matutulad lang sila sa nangyari sa akin. It's a charity works for me I guess.

If she choose to live with me, she will be my "instant wife". She will give pleasures to me as long as I want. Of course para Hindi makatakas, kailangan ko itali ang paa and kamay niya at takpan ang bibig niya. I will feed them if needed. If call of nature, make sure na gawin mo na yun bago ako pumasok sa trabaho at paguwi ko. And the next option, mercy killing. Of course ipaparamdam ko muna yung galing ko sa pakikipagtalik para magkaroon muna siya ng chance to choose either to be my wife or Mercy Killing.

All of my I don't know how many victims will first choose to be my wife but after a day or two, di nila makayanan ang kagalingan ko sa sex so they will eventually choose the other option.

Time goes by and some girls fell from my acting skills para ma'attach sila sa akin. With my charming looks, just a little smile every mornings, greetings etcetera.. nagtitiwala na sila and voila! Malalaman ko na ang kwento nila and once their stories are far from my dark past, I will let them love their life on their own but, if their story is related to me, then welcome to my life.

Tumigil ako sa trabaho ko sa mall dahil wala na akong makilala na babaeng may katulad sa story ko and it gets me bored so I quit the job and my feet dragged me to Jisoo's mini grocery store.