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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It's been nearly a week since I killed Mr J Cooper. Every morning I have been to a different paper shop and bought the local rag. Today was the first day he made an appearance. It wasn't a big article just a small section asking for information on a missing man. His name was John Cooper and was last seen on Friday night by his wife before he had gone out to the pub. He didn't make it to the pub and no one saw him. My heart jumped into my mouth when my eyes first landed on the little segment but soon settled down. If the police had any information they would have been knocking on my door by now and the article said he was missing. They weren't looking for a body they hadn't found a body and a man just disappeared into the night.I read this in the canteen and felt the world lift off my chest. The feeling was amazing and I could feel a smile on my face. It must have looked strange to everyone else in the room as they all looked at me like I had just told them all to go fuck them
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I had kept the number plates from the car that matched mine under next doors shed. It was right up to the fence that separated the gardens. There was an inch gap under the fence that meant I could slide them in and out and stay out of sight. My nerves were on edge at the thought of them being seen and if the police came knocking them being found. I can't believe that up until this point I was seriously considering using them again. That's one way of being linked to each murder for a start. It's almost like shooting a load of people with the same gun and then trying to deny it. Tonight I will go out and get them then destroy them. Fingers crossed I'm still under the radar.It has been two months since I killed John Cooper and my fantasies were coming back. My mind was getting more violent and blood was playing a big part in my daydreaming. It seemed as though I was board with suffocating people now and it was time to try something new.I was just driving down the ro