The diary of a psychopath, day 1 (#14/365)

Dear Diary,

I had a close call this morning. She almost saw me. What a thrill! If she had been just a few inches to the left, if she’d seen me staring, I’d be busy hacking her body to pieces instead of writing to you, Diary. I had to spend quite a while in the shed after that, calming down.

I should probably tell you about the brown-haired girl, the one I told you about a few weeks ago. I’ve let her get closer than I’ve let anyone else, but she still doesn’t know who I am. She doesn’t know that I want to bind her arms behind her back, gag her, and take her to the shed. Maybe she sees it in my eyes. I hope not though, otherwise I’ll have to get rid of her, just like the other one.

Tomorrow I’m going to play with the cat. Might take him down to the shed. I’ll let you know how I get on, Diary.

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Sebastian

I am a tall, hairy, British writer who blogs about technology, photography, travel, and whatever else catches my eye.

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