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?
SHIT, THEY’RE RIGHT THERE.
