Oliver was buried in the back garden and had I planted a rose bush on top of him. He was a good boy and it nagged at my mind. He trusted me he believed he had a good place to be. I messed up. What I had done had taken the edge off how people looked for now. I don't know how long it will last but it has been three days since I took his life and inflicting pain on people was creeping back up on me.
After getting a warning from my boss my mind was made up to be in charge. Work was going to see a man work his way from the bottom of the food chain to the top. No one is going to get in my way and so help them if they do. It has been three days of hard graft and long hours but already it is being noticed. I have put in forty-eight hours of work in three hours and my area has had a makeover. It has been streamlined to perfection. It used to take eight minutes to inspect one price of cloth from picking it up from the loom to checking it tagging and putting it away. Through moving
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I could never have anticipated the backlash I was getting at work. nobody and I mean nobody will talk to me. It was fine with me at first but when im asking simple questions and people would act like I had said nothing meaning I couldn't get the improvements done. it was frustrating, to say the least, but I will fix them I just need to find a way without being a grassing little shit. For now, time was ticking and work needed to be done.I had torn a fingernail out from the root forward and it hurt like a bastard. It wouldn't have happened if someone would help but they wouldn't. It was a silly accident I was pulling down some racking and the shelves had lumps of wood nailed together. It was awkward to lift the timber as they were three by two on. Four by two and they were about three meters long and a meter wide. I was having to climb up the racks lift the wood and drop it down. I was in a rhythm and getting cocky. I was nearly done with the shelves when I got to a tight
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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.