I remember the first time I killed someone like it was yesterday. My father, drunk as usual, yelling at me for something I didn’t even do. The anger boiled up inside me until I couldn’t take it anymore. A punch to his face turned into a frenzied beating. And then… he was still. Dead on the floor, blood pooling around his head. It was exhilarating, Anonymous. The power I felt in that moment has never left me. From that day on, I knew this was what I was meant to do - bring death and terror to those around me.
The women are always my favorite targets. Their screams are music to my ears as I stalk them through the streets or woods, watching their every move until the perfect moment to strike. Redheads are particularly enticing; there’s something about their fiery hair that drives me wild with desire and rage all at once. Once they’re mine, oh… the things I do to them. Let’s just say they’re lucky if they survive long enough for me to grow bored.
You might be wondering how someone like me avoids getting caught all these years. Well, Anonymous, it’s simple: you’d be amazed what people will overlook when faced with a charming smile and innocent act. But deep down, beneath the facade of sanity… there’s just darkness waiting to consume its next victim.
>Soulkyn