May 1st, 2013
The psychiatrist told me that writing in a diary might help the thoughts get out my mind easier. I told her that they weren’t thoughts, they were voices, but she didn’t listen to me. She told me that it was just thoughts I wasn’t able to speak out loud.
May 8th, 2013
It’s been a week since I got this diary. I got it from a second hand shop, down the road from my house. It’s cute really, it’s got a little flower on it and everything. So, I guess I have to write down all the thinks I hear in my head right?
KILL THEM. PULL THEM APART, ONE BY ONE.
I’m sorry, is that weird? I wonder sometimes if I’m crazy.
May 15th, 2013
This damned diary is doing no good. I’m still hearing things, but I’m hearing them more than I used to. I hear things like “BURN THEIR HOUSES DOWN.” Who are they?! Why do I want to kill them so badly?!
July 4th, 2013
Sorry it’s been so long since I wrote, I couldn’t find my diary. Today I met a couple and their kids. John and Mary, and their kids, Dan and Sean. I hate them. They laughed at me when I dropped my sparkler and it fell on my foot. I get the voices now.
July 11th, 2013
They’re dead. All four of them. They were in their home. I set it on fire. My psychiatrist told me it was just a dream, no ones house burned down. But I know I did it. I watched and heard them scream. I enjoyed it.
September 17, 2013
I killed two families last month. The first almost hit me with their car, so I cut their heads off and fed them to my dog, the others I burned in their houses as well.
December 14th, 2013
The urge to kill has grown so much stronger. I killed another family, while they were celebrating a birthday. Their grandmother’s birthday. What kinda of a sicko am I? I’ve decided. I’m running away.
March 12, 2014
DO YOU SEE THEM?
ARE THEY BEHIND ME?
GOD, THEY SAW ME DO IT DIDN’T THEY?
S**T, THEY’RE RIGHT THERE.
