• When was she going to die? I was stabbing the mother a thousand times, but she still ran away. Still tried to protect her baby. I was a serial killer. Killed eight people. Hell, I was famous! TVs, radios, everything had my name on it. I even killed my own child. I had a taste for that... anyway, she was sweet. Didn't have a care in the world except for her child. When I finally cornered her on the balcony, I finished her. But then that damned kid had to grab my shoelaces. I lost my balance and fell. Man that sucked. I died. But I still killed the kid. He was adopted that time, and I was in a next life. I killed his parents first. Shoved the shower nozzle into her chest. Then the dad. Butchered him.That was fun. I left the older sister alive, just for the surprise. I stole the child back and tortured him. Cut 3 fingers off, burned his chest. Finally I got sick of him and cut his head off. Guess where the head went? On the sister's front porch. I loved hearing her scream. And the best part? They never caught me. I'm just going around everywhere... killing whoever I see. And you're next...


    To be continued