Archive for death

Eternal hate

Posted in Diary with tags , , , on November 23, 2009 by J.A.C.K.

I’ve been trying to control myself. I have no reason why, but I wanted to observe how addicted I am. Never try this at home. It’s not worth it.

I’m a monster (for the others), addicted to death, a vampire fed by pain and suffering. That’s who I am, who I always will be.
I wanted to put it on a try, to see how it’s like to be “normal”, as you call it. I’m not. I am who I am. And that’s what I’m meant to be.

First week it was ok, I thought it was not that hard. Second week I almost succumbed. Forth week I would kill anything that moves. And that’s what I did.

I killed the first one I saw. And it was SO good. I had the deepest regret to put me on a try. What I was thinking? I’ve always been like this, I can’t change now, and I don’t want to.

So what many people hate me, even not knowing who I am? So what it’s against the law, who made the laws anyway? So what I end with families, dreams and futures. That’s who I am. My hate, my hunger, myself, will always be with me. Eternally.

How to raise a serial-killer

Posted in Diary with tags , , , , , , , on August 4, 2009 by J.A.C.K.

This last week made me remember some other occasions that happened to me in the past so I decided to write it down. As I said before, I was locked into a stranger’s basement for 12 years. 12 really long years. That’s how I spent my childhood.

I was caught when I was only 5. I don’t remember much, all I know is that it was like if my father gave me, or sold me, or something like it. I was left by him at a public park, and 10 minutes after he left, this guy appeared and took me.
I never knew my mother. I don’t even know if I have one. And I don’t care. I don’t remember much before that.

This guy, I don’t even know his name. And I don’t know why he kept me. I was locked in there, in his basement, without any contact with the outside world. The “real” world for many.  It was just me, and four walls, and him somewhere, and some screams, and death, some occasional victims locked together.

He was a killer like me. I guess since I was a little kid he knew what I would become. Maybe he saw him in me. I will never understand it.

He introduced me to death, and that’s something I’m thankful. Sometimes he used to let me watch while he tortured and killed some random victim. I’ve met some of these victims, or almost met: when he used to lock them with me, there wasn’t much to meet.  They usually were not in one piece anymore, and they were always tied and gagged.

The funny thing is that I had never been afraid or disgusted, nothing like it, and I got to know it was different just after I escaped. I used to see all the killings and dismembering with a big naturalness. I guess that what mostly differs me from many.

But I always wanted to get out. I thought I would be free if I escaped, that I would be able to do whatever and everything I always wanted. Later I realized it wasn’t what I imagined.

I was alone for all this time, thinking on how to get out.
So one day he proved of his own medicine. Maybe that’s what he always wanted, and that’s the reason why he kept me. He was my first toy. First of many.

A not so easy murder

Posted in Diary with tags , , , , , , on July 13, 2009 by J.A.C.K.

With all the information I’ve gathered from my past victims I have defined some new targets. I have their names, addresses, occupation, even some pieces of conversation among them.
I’ve been following the steps of this “Intelligence and Surveillance Agency” but now it seems that many detectives have either given up, or are too frightened, or are really lost and don’t know what to do now. I know what to do.

The last two weeks I’ve been after one of its detective. I was observing each of his steps, but it was kind of difficult to make a move at first. The guy didn’t live alone, he lived with his family. The route he used to do everyday, from his house to the work, and backwards, was too crowded. He didn’t use to get out home much, and when he did, was to a public place.

I don’t want the members of the agency to know that I’m hunting them, so I’m trying to don’t show that this people disappearance or death are in reality murders (at least don’t make it too obvious).

So I just waited and observed. It’s not as easy as it sounds because when you are after someone, you don’t want people in the community to notice you have been observing. I was leaving my car some blocks away, never at the same place, and stood hiding in a spot I found near his house. Everyday. Same thing when he was working, I was just waiting for the best time to strike.

Finally this past Friday he called for a taxi at night. He got into it alone and I followed him. He stopped at a bar, and started drinking with some of his friends. Right away, I drove looking for a taxi stop kind of far from the bar, and found one that there was just one cab waiting. I stopped the car, got to it walking, and asked the driver to take me to a street I knew (it was a very dark and uninhabited street). As soon as he got there, I killed the driver with a knife, cutting his throat. Got the things he had to pretend a robbery, left his body there, and drove back to the bar where my friend was standing. And I waited some blocks away from it, in a place that I still could see the bar.

I was paying attention when the “detective” got out of the bar, waiting for something. At this time I realized he must have called for a taxi and was now waiting for it. So I drove there, stopped right in front of him, and without having to say a thing, he got into the car. He told me his destination (his house). He was seating in the back seat, what made things a little bit more difficult. But what helped is that he was kind of drunk.

When I got at the address and he was going to pay for the ride, I grabbed his hands, pulled him closer to me, and injected a substance I had prepared at his arms. He tried to scream, but the little time he had before falling asleep I held him by the throat.

All I had to do then was take him to my torture room, and burn the taxi leaving no clues behind. That’s what I did. Now the poor guy is sitting in my chair. Let’s see how long he will last.

Another one down. Who’s next?

Posted in Diary with tags , , , , on June 22, 2009 by J.A.C.K.

These past weeks I was following a lead to another detective. This time it was a female.
I can’t understand why they are doing it. Why did they join a secret organization to go after me (or another ones)? Why take the risk? Maybe I’m giving them what they seek: death. That’s the most reasonable explanation I found.

With all the material and information that I got from the last murders, I found out about this woman. I discovered where she lived, so I had been carefully watching her daily routine, until this last Tuesday.

I noticed that every Tuesdays and Thursdays at night she had language classes. She was learning French. And it used to end around eight pm. To go back home, she used to go to a street that was way down the place where she studied. It was like if the school was on the top of a hill (small one) and she had to go down it to another street, using a stairway (it was a very urban place though, the place is surrounded by buildings). From there, she walked about two blocks to her bus stop.

Those stairs were the perfect place to strike. It never had anyone going down it, and she was always alone. And it didn’t have anything around, just bushes. The street where it ended was very “fast”, like a highway. And the bus stop, the nearest place with a group of people, was two blocks from there.

I stopped the car a little far from there and waited for the girl on those “stairs”, hiding in one of the bushes. As soon as she passed by me, I came from her back and put her to sleep using chloroform. I carried her down, and hided her sleeping body in a bush, still on the stairs. I got my car, drove to there, got her back very fast, threw in my car, and drove to my “torture room”.

Yes, my torture room. I missed it so much! As things have been really quiet lately, I decided to use it again.

Well, from there I did what I usually do. And I just killed the poor girl on Friday. I needed to “play” sometime with someone, my last murders happened too quick. And I had to satisfy my hunger for real this time.

Her body is already disposed. She didn’t talk much, but I could get some information. Who’s next?

Perfect Crime: Part II

Posted in Diary with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 27, 2009 by J.A.C.K.

To wake the guy, I stabbed a knife into his leg. He was gagged, but he opened his eyes screaming inside. I didn’t want to take my chances of having him calling the attention of the neighbors, so I “interviewed” him, having my answers written on a piece of paper. I didn’t get much, but I didn’t want much more from him.

I made him suffer a lot. All I had in the end was his torso, in half, the members apart, and a disfigured head. It was already morning when I finished, 3 hours before he used to go to work, just as I had programmed.

So I carefully cleaned all the basement, not leaving a single hair.
Then I threw “him” in the kitchen’s floor, turned on the gas, and programmed a “detonator” I prepared to fire in about 45 minutes. And I sneaked out, taking care to don’t be noticed (as it was 5 in the morning, the city was still sleeping).

Just as I planned: BUM! After some minutes the firearm arrived and found a destroyed kitchen, a vaporized body and a house on fire.
And what the police must have figured is that the guy woke up, started to prepare his breakfast, leaving the coffee or something else on the fire and went to take a shower or to dress up, to prepare to go to work. The wind or something must have ceased the flame, the gas was kept open. When he got to the kitchen, the gas was so strong he passed out. And any spark caused it to explode. And I dare anyone to prove it wrong.

Now I gonna search for his friends.

My best is my worst

Posted in Diary with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 7, 2009 by J.A.C.K.

I was looking again through the material I found into the car of that last agent.
And I found some clues that can lead me to this so called “secret organization”, at least to some people involved on this. I already know it is called “Intelligence and Surveillance Agency”, but it seems that it is not involved with the government, as if it was an independent group of detectives.
Who the hell they think they are to go after me like this? To get into my temple?
I guess they want to take the place of my victims, so I will give it what they want.

One thing that I know how to do is to kill. I’ve been doing it for years: killed so many people and I’m still free to keep it up. I know that for most of people it is wrong, so that’s why I say that my best is my worst. It is for you.

I usually go after random victims for many reasons. One of them is that it makes it really difficult to link my murders to me. I don’t leave any kind of “signatures”, so even if I am suspect of one death, my past won’t be in my way. Another reason is that I find it more exciting: I can see in their face the fear I cause as their lives (or deaths) suddenly takes a completely different direction.

But if these “agents” don’t have a backup, they better watch out! My cruelty hasn’t got to its top level, but it is about to happen. I know how to cause pain because I enjoy it. I’ve never had mercy to anyone, or remorse or doubts. All my deaths are perfect. So it will be yours.

A very easy way to kill

Posted in Diary with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on March 30, 2009 by J.A.C.K.

These past two weeks have been really calm.
Although I know there’s some kind of secret organization after me, I haven’t noticed any different people or moves around. I think they got lost again or just gave up.
So I decided to satisfy my hunger without taking any risks.
I killed by the easiest way.

I went to the street, near a big hotel (but not too close), and stopped the first cab I saw passing by.
I got in, sat on the back seat, pretending I was from out of town so the driver wouldn’t be too cautious. So I gave him an address that I had written on a piece of paper.
The destination was in a good neighborhood, but I knew exactly what streets we would have to pass through. One of them was a kind of road, very quiet, with no stores or houses around.

At the first traffic light we stopped at this street, I strangled the driver and put him to sleep.
Then I drove the cab into the woods and killed him, very slowly as usual.
Finally, I set the car on fire and left. I had to walk a little bit, far from the road, but it is better than to risk taking a bus or another taxi and get marked.

I was paying attention if the driver communicated anything with the central, luckily this one didn’t even gave the destination. But even if he did, that address didn’t have anything to do with me.

Pretty easy, with no risks! Beautiful! Not what I do as usual, but fun.