The title says it all really, I’m a murderer, I’m on 23 kills now and it’s becoming more frequent.

My first was at 15, when some asshole claimed I fouled him in football and I was kicked out of the game, I slit his throat that very night in his own bed. I was never caught and it was a huge thing in our little town for years. I honestly thought nothing of it, no remorse, no fear of what I’d done I was just a little surprised I actually went through with it. I wasn’t even that angry at him but I still decided he deserved it. Perhaps I was just looking for an excuse to kill.

My next was at 20 when my neighbour refused to return my hammer I’d let him borrow, this time I used that very hammer to cave his skull in after I found it in his unlocked shed. Again I wasn’t caught, although I was questioned but I put up such a good act of shocked fear and sadness, I was able to walk free after an hour. That night I sat in my chair and thought about how I’d killed two people and felt no remorse, only pleasure. I made the decision in that moment that I was going to travel the country, maybe even the world, to find new victims.

My killing became less random over time, I started staking my prey, they were still total strangers and unlike my first two victims they had done nothing against me they were just unlucky enough to be chosen. I usually follow them for about a week before I can no longer resist the urge. In fact I’ve been watching you for a few days now and I think tonight maybe the night I make 24 kills.