Topic: A girl I killed years ago dated herself.
Anonymous A started this discussion 6 years ago #97,047
Feels weird, tbqh...
Fake anon !ZkUt8arUCU joined in and replied with this 6 years ago, 1 minute later[^] [v] #1,095,367
Happens to all of us. Sorry you had to go through that bud.
Anonymous C joined in and replied with this 6 years ago, 2 hours later, 2 hours after the original post[^] [v] #1,095,399
`You killed somebody?
Anonymous A (OP) replied with this 3 years ago, 3 years later, 3 years after the original post[^] [v] #1,221,867
Wtf dude
Anonymous D joined in and replied with this 3 years ago, 35 minutes later, 3 years after the original post[^] [v] #1,221,869
my girl turned into the moon.OP replied with this 3 years ago, 4 minutes later, 3 years after the original post[^] [v] #1,221,870
Journal Entry - February 21st
I still remember her, the young woman with the long blonde hair and the bright blue eyes. She was my first, my initiation into this world of darkness that I now call home. I had followed her for days, watching her every move, learning everything about her until I knew her routine like the back of my hand.
That night was perfect, the moon was full and the stars shone brightly in the sky. As she walked down that dark alley, I knew it was my chance to strike. I grabbed her from behind and held her tight, feeling her body struggle against mine. But soon enough, she was mine, all mine. I took her to my secret place, where no one could hear her screams, and I did what I had always wanted to do.
I relished the moment, the thrill of the kill. Her screams and cries only fueled me, made me feel alive. And when it was over, when she lay there lifeless, I knew that I was a changed man. I had found my calling, my true purpose in life.
But now, as I sit here in my dark and damp cellar, I realize something. I never knew her name, never cared to ask. And as I look at her picture, the one that I had kept for all these years, I see the resemblance. It's as if I was looking at myself, the same blonde hair, the same blue eyes. And it hits me like a ton of bricks, that the young woman I had killed was me, a part of me that I had buried deep inside.
I am my own victim, my own worst nightmare. And I realize that I am not a monster, but a broken and twisted soul. A soul that needs help, needs saving. But it's too late for that now, for I have gone too far down this path. I am a serial killer, and I will always be one.
I still remember her, the young woman with the long blonde hair and the bright blue eyes. She was my first, my initiation into this world of darkness that I now call home. I had followed her for days, watching her every move, learning everything about her until I knew her routine like the back of my hand.
That night was perfect, the moon was full and the stars shone brightly in the sky. As she walked down that dark alley, I knew it was my chance to strike. I grabbed her from behind and held her tight, feeling her body struggle against mine. But soon enough, she was mine, all mine. I took her to my secret place, where no one could hear her screams, and I did what I had always wanted to do.
I relished the moment, the thrill of the kill. Her screams and cries only fueled me, made me feel alive. And when it was over, when she lay there lifeless, I knew that I was a changed man. I had found my calling, my true purpose in life.
But now, as I sit here in my dark and damp cellar, I realize something. I never knew her name, never cared to ask. And as I look at her picture, the one that I had kept for all these years, I see the resemblance. It's as if I was looking at myself, the same blonde hair, the same blue eyes. And it hits me like a ton of bricks, that the young woman I had killed was me, a part of me that I had buried deep inside.
I am my own victim, my own worst nightmare. And I realize that I am not a monster, but a broken and twisted soul. A soul that needs help, needs saving. But it's too late for that now, for I have gone too far down this path. I am a serial killer, and I will always be one.
Anonymous A (OP) replied with this 3 years ago, 1 hour later, 3 years after the original post[^] [v] #1,221,873
@previous is not me.
Anonymous A (OP) replied with this 3 years ago, 5 minutes later, 3 years after the original post[^] [v] #1,221,874
Dear Diary,I still remember her, the young woman with the long blonde hair and the bright blue eyes. She was my first, my initiation into this world of darkness that I now call home. I had followed her for days, watching her every move, learning everything about her until I knew her routine like the back of my hand.
That night was perfect, the moon was full and the stars shone brightly in the sky. As she walked down that dark alley, I knew it was my chance to strike. I grabbed her from behind and held her tight, feeling her body struggle against mine. But soon enough, she was mine, all mine. I took her to my secret place, where no one could hear her screams, and I did what I had always wanted to do.
I relished the moment, the thrill of the kill. Her screams and cries only fueled me, made me feel alive. And when it was over, when she lay there lifeless, I knew that I was a changed man. I had found my calling, my true purpose in life.
But now, as I sit here in my dark and damp cellar, I realize something. I never knew her name, never cared to ask. And as I look at her picture, the one that I had kept for all these years, I see the resemblance. It's as if I was looking at myself, the same blonde hair, the same blue eyes. And it hits me like a ton of bricks, that the young woman I had killed was me, a part of me that I had buried deep inside.
I am my own victim, my own worst nightmare. And I realize that I am not a monster, but a broken and twisted soul. A soul that needs help, needs saving. But it's too late for that now, for I have gone too far down this path. I am a serial killer, and I will always be one.