It had been about a week since I lost my fingernail but there had been a shift in the way people at work treated me. Some people had a bit more respect for me for the way I took my accident. All I did was get some tissue and sticky tape and wrapped it up then got cracked on. The higher-ups wanted me to work in different areas and to take more responsibly in area. They had seen how the slight changes I had made so far made a big difference which meant more money for them. I was starting to make my point that I was indispensable. If I kept this up for a few more months I was going to be in a good position. Ken was given his marching orders and I can safely say I won't miss him.
My dark side was starting to whisper in my ear again. I had a bit of remorse for Oliver at first but it soon passed. The thing was I had seen and felt things like never before and I wanted more. It was becoming clear that I would like to see someone else in a plastic bag. Not something. Someone. Thi
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I set off driving down the M62 westbound towards Lancashire. Going to the wrong side of the hill out of Yorkshire. It's all a load of shit in my mind about the Lancashire Yorkshire divide. Yes, a few hundred years ago when the war of the roses was going on and for some time after but not now. Now it's more a north-south divide. Them fucking Southern pricks think that unless it happens in London it doesn't matter. Then again I think that is how it is due to the news. They only report what is happening in the capital and fuck the rest of the UK. Unfortunately, it is splitting the country in two. Really I'm not prejudiced against anyone I hate everyone equally.On my drive, I thought about the moors murders and how I didn't like what they did. I understand that this might sound like pot calling the kettle but they killed kids. They had not been on earth long enough to have upset or hurt anyone or thing to deserve to die. Again I don't like kids don't get me wrong but there
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Getting seen had been unsettling. I thought I could walk around anywhere undetected. No one sees me or wants to talk to me. Why had that pro seen me? Is it as simple as she is constantly on high alert for danger? Fuck im going to have to work on being a sneaky bastard that's all there is for it. A ninja will make more noise and be seen more than me from now on. Hopefully. This is an opportunity to learn from mistakes before they become a detriment to my freedom. Is this false optimism? I question myself and ponder the thought for a moment and think we'll there is only one way to find out. If I don't prepare and do things the way I see fit now I might end up snapping one day and ending up a whole mess that I don't want.I have not been back to Liverpool for over a week now. How long do you leave a place before you are forgotten? Is it even safe for me to go back to the same place? Mulling all of this over on my dinner break reading the newspaper. Well, not reading pretending to
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That paper stayed with me all day. Colin Ireland went about his task all wring. He wanted to be known as one of Britain's worst killers. That meant that he set out to get caught. If you want to be known like that to me it has to be for other reasons. One your fatality rate is going to be low and two why would anyone other than the victims families remember you. Five victims in a few months is rapid going but he only targeted gays. So that narrowed things down for the police. When he was arrested he instantly confessed. I mean the Yorkshire ripper was taken in for questioning three times before they caught him and that was purely by chance. The Ripper had thirteen victims and I believe many more and held a county in fear. Women were told not to go out at night and he kept this up for years. He will be remembered not like this guy. Nealson was messed up in the head and his way of getting rid of the bodies will not be forgotten plus the coldness of him and he had been a police officer.
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A few weeks ago I spotted an old abandoned barn and spent a few hours a day scoring it out. Mornings evenings afternoons and nights. What I found was no one ever got more than two hundred yards of the building and my car was easily hidden inside. This is going to be the place of demise for my first victim Mr pimp from Liverpool. I had also been back there several times and seen him but kept myself out of sight. Not only this but I had followed him home and checked this out. He lives on his own and is in a lot. Turns out he has a lot of human traffic in and out but only when he is there. So I will wait for him one night once I have learned how to pick his lock or how to break-in. But first I have to prepare.Shopping seems like a plan for today. Not shopping for clothes or food. I have made up my mind to buy some killing kit. I'm in a huge hardware shop. I feel like I'm spoiled for choice. The thing is I can't buy all my supplies here or I will look suspicious. My first stop in
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I was extremely surprised at how easy it was to make chloroform. After a failed attempt to bribe a chemist into telling me when he let slip he knew how it was done. In the library is an extensive collection of chemistry books with indexes to make it even easier for my search. It only takes a few simple ingredients that can be found in your average kitchen cupboard. That is how I have ended up sitting in my car with a small bottle of chloroform and a rag.I decided that Liverpool was now a bust. That pro spotting me had me on edge. It occurred to me that for practice I would get my first victim from a little closer to home. I know the red light area of my own town and all the roads in the area. I parked up on a side street just away from them and started to wait for the first man to walk one way then back. This was taking a lot longer than I had anticipated and I was getting itchy feet. Two hours had passed and it seemed like a one-way street. Men of all ages walked down
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The guy was out cold and cable tied to my sheet of wood. I had modified it with some holes so I would be able to wrap ties all the way around both wrists and ankles. I'm not sure but I think four-inch nails with washers on should hold his hands nice and still with six-inch nails for his ankles. The first nail held firmly in my left hand pressed against the palm of his hand. I struck it square and hard. The nail slid straight through his hand and stuck in the wood. He woke with a scream and I jumped back welding the hammer. If I didn't know better I would have said it was a woman screaming."Fuck me you made me jump there. I will remember this for next time.""What the fuck are you doing?"The guy asked a little calmer but with spit dripping from his chin. To be honest he disgusted me. How hard is it to keep saliva in your mouth?"That's an easy question to answer. I'm killing you.""What.""I me Harry. Do you understand so far? Give a sign you do.
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With the first swing of the hatchet, his thumb popped off. It bounced along the floor leaving a little blood behind. I was surprised when it bounced I had imagined it to sort of just splat on to the ground. I picked up the fingers and dropped them into a plastic sandwich bag then I started pulling out his teeth with plyers some came out easy others just shattered under the pressure. There was blood coming out of him but only slowly. I guess that was down to his heart not beating. I emptied his pockets and put everything apart from his cash in the bag with his teeth and fingers.In the corner of the barn, I had previously listed some flagstones and dug a grave. It was longer than six feet and wider than three. It was approximately four feet deep and I felt like the body would go in found for some years. The rest was getting burned with it only being his fingers and teeth I figured that shouldn't take long and my garden has a fire pit after I have burnt them I will go and
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In nineteen seventy-eight I was five. There was a teacher there who seemed to take a disliking to me. Her name was Mrs Clark. I thought teachers were supposed to help and be nice. She was supposed to teach. What she taught the others was hate and bullying. She encourages them to laugh at me and to say mean things. It left me without a friend for six years. No one ever came to a birthday party after they had been invited and accepted. I only made that mistake once. My hopes were so high and I was knocked down so low.One day my mind was made up I would start to fight back. I didn't do things openly or tell anyone what I was doing I planed and waited for my time. One day the cunt Mrs Clark went into the cupboard at the back of the class. The dumb bitch left her keys in the door. I simply walked over closed the door and locked it. I then went to the classroom door and locked it before anyone noticed her banging and shouting. While everyone was distracted I walked over to th