I Am The Zodiac

I’m a 19 year old female and my friends call me Chloe. I live in a small university town just outside the city of Benicia. The school isn’t very big and has only about 4,000 students. It’s currently 1968 and I have just met the man of my dreams. His name is Josh and he’s attending the same school as me. I live a pretty normal life. I’m majoring in my second year of psychology and my boyfriend is a major in marine biology. My parents died in a car accident when I was a young girl and I never really got to meet them. Because of this, I grew up with my grandparents and typically stay with them over the summer.

A few days ago my grandma called me and told me my grandpa had passed away due to a heart attack. I haven’t gotten much sleep the past few nights and I am crushed over this, seeing as he was the only father I had ever had. I’ve also been having strange dreams about a symbol that looks like a circle with a cross in the middle. I told Josh about this and we shrugged it off as a process of griefing or something. Worried about me, he decided we would meet the funeral on Friday. He has some testing to take before winter vacation so he’s coming up a few days after.

Finally, Thursday came. My grandma lives decently close by and it’s only about an hour drive from the uni. I got into my car and about halfway through the drive I felt as though I was going to fall asleep. I was 3 away minutes from a popular stop where young couples go. I figured ot would be quiet enough and I could just take a nap and eat something I packed.

I could feel myself dozing off and my awareness got unusually foggy. I wasn’t just tired because I could totally concentrate on my surroundings. They were just… Hazey. When I woke up it was about 7 in the morning. Frustrated at my nap turning into a full blown sleep, I decided to get out and walk around to blow off steam. When I got out I had noticed the car next to me had it’s door open. The car wasn’t even running. Okay. Weird. Young couples can be forgetful though right? Upon closer inspection I noticed that there was blood all over the girl and boy. They couldn’t have been much older than 18 or 19. Around my age. Nearly puking I walked to a payphone down the street and called it in.

“911 what is your emergency?”

I froze. Unable to move or speak. It was as though my body wouldn’t let me.

“Hello? Hello?!”

All I could do was breath heavily into the phone and mutter out “I am on Lake Herman Road along a small gravel turnout. There is a double murder of a young couple… I… I did it”

Then I hung up. I got in my car and puked. Why did I say that?! It was as though something possessed me and controlled what I said. I had a terrible headache and started to see that ominous symbol from my dreams. I pulled out and made the rest of my drive to my grandparents house. Maybe I was hallucinating? After all in psych class we learned sleep deprivation can cause hallucinations.

I decided I wouldn’t tell anyone. I, once again, just shrugged it off. Ignoring it as though it was a fluke. I soon realized this was the biggest mistake of my life.

A few weeks later, after taking care of my grandma, I decided it was time fo head back to the university and wrap up my studies before winter break. On my way home I picked up the newspaper and started to read.

“Zodiac killer murders young couple”

Astonished, I continued to read and soon realized what was happening. And then I saw the Zodiac symbol. It was the exact same one from my dreams. I cried the whole way home.

Once in my dorm I called Josh and begged him to look into it. He insisted I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. I didn’t know who or what to believe at this point.

Just a few days later I saw on the news that the supposed Zodiac killer sent a code to the papers. I nearly s**t my pants when I looked in the bathroom later that night. I found a very similar code and transcript for it in the medicine cabinet. After deciphering the code this is what it read.

“I like killing people because it is so much fun it is more fun than killing wild game in the forrest because man is the most dangeroue anamal of all to kill something gives me the most thrilling experence it is even better than getting your rocks off with a girl the best part of it is thae when I die I will be reborn in paradice and thei have killed will become my slaves I will not give you my name because you will try to sloi down or atop my collectiog of slaves for my afterlife ebeorietemethhpiti”

In that moment I had realized what happened. I lost it and broke down crying. I called 911 and tried to tell them what had happened. They didn’t want to hear it. They insisted it was just a prank call and they instructed me not to call back.

I is now 1974. I still believe I am the zodiac killer. Though my evidence stopped after that occasion, I think it’s enough to show what really happened. The police still won’t take me seriously. I live alone and witlh my cat named Zeezee. I haven’t heard from anyone in years and I’m slowly going paranoid. I think I may have officially lost it. You guys are my only hope…

-Sincerely, The True Zodiac killer