Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25288624-20140811171040

When I was 9, I saw my first horror movie that had a killer. I started thinking about how it feel to kill someone, so 5 days later, I killed this super annoying kid in my class with a kitchen knive, slicing his throat and leaving his body hung on a tree in the woods. When I went home after that, I thought to myself, "Did i enjoy that?".

The next day I killed some 7 year that was reading a book in the woods. I then realized that I did enjoy killing. I went on a huge killing spree, leaving all the bodies in the woods with whatever I killed them with.

2 weeks after I killed that 7 year old, my mom finally noticed knives were missing. She suspected I took them because I would always go to the kitchen to get something. That night, I had to kill my mother to make sure I wasn't caught. So as she slept, I snuck in her room and stabbed her repeatedly. My dad then woke up. "Oh crap, I forgot about my dad" I thought as I ran out the room going out the back door. " I'll find you, you fucking piece of shit! " I heard my dad scream as I ran away as fast as I could.

3 years after that, police gave up the search for me. My dad knew i killed my mother beacause the night, I was missing and I had a knife under my pillow. I have decided to find my dad and kill him once and for all. This may be my end, for i may commit suicide after this. My killing shall not go on, I no longer want this life, it's to stressing and depressing. I no longer want to have this feeling, this... Urge to kill everyone.

I'm going to die. But I'm taking my dad with me!

 