The serial killers journal

The journal

Walking in to that cave I never thought I would find what I did. That house.. that wretched house. Walking in to the house which I was dared to enter by my friends, I never thought I would find what I did. The journal.. Finding the journal that changed my life forever.

I never thought I would end up like the previous owners..

I never thought it would have this impact on me.

Reading the book brought me disgust yet satisfaction. Reading about all the unknown and known serial killers thru out history brought me a feeling I thought I would never get from reading such gore, it gave me a feeling of contentment, a feeling of fulfillment, a feeling like my life now depended on being the best of the worst, bettering all the previous owners of this journal.

So into reading the book I did not hear the presence entertain the hidden chamber of the home I was dared to enter. I did not hear the person slowly sneaking up on me,  until I heard the floorboards creaking quietly.

Turning around slowly I saw her, the owner of the book.

She stood there eyeing me with a sinister grin that just screamed insanity.

I dropped the book finally regaining a normal mundane like mindset.

But before I could even register what was happening the dark chamber started shaking and the writing in the book started to turn into blood, dripping from the pages as the owner stalked towards me while frozen in my place, shaking in fear.

"The book chose you, so we must obey..." She said lowly, dangerously. Nodding as if she was asked a question. "Must obey" she whispered as she was now standing in front of me. Eyes crazy, yet she looked to be struggling slightly against an unknown force. Shaking in fear, unable to move I did managed to whimper as I get a clear view of the girls face. Eyes bloodshot and crazy, hair dark and wild, lips wide in a grin from hell, perfect teeth that seemed to look sharper than the average human and a scar walking over her face from her eyebrow to the side of her ear. Saliva shooting out of her mouth as she screamed ''OBEY!'' before she even finished shouting she felt an excruciating pain in my side as she grabbed my throat forcing me to the ground.

Holding me to the ground with her left hand as her right one is stirring the sharp object in my side.

Because you see the story was never about me and it will never be about me, I am just one of the poor souls that is doomed to watch my killer till the day she dies. Watching her kill more and more till I wished I was never born, just like all her previous kills.

My blood staining the book as it jumped to an half empty page in the back of the book. Writing my death, in my blood.

August 24 2016 15:39,

Today, the anniversary of my first murder 7 years ago. I, Jazz Jaspers, took another life as for as this is my destiny. I shall rid this world of every soul that the book assigns. As it is bound on my life, I shall obey.

This story is about the true serial killer, the one that wield the book, the one who's life is bound to the book and shall kill for an eternity or till her life shall be taken by a rival. She will kill every month on the 24th like she has for years, like she has the last owner of the journal.

As for me? I now lie bleeding out on the floor of an abandoned house in a cave no one dares enter. Slowly losing my blood and my will to fight this, while she is watching my curiously with the kindest smile on her face, as if she is doing you a favor. It sends shivers down my spine.

"Don't worry love soon you will join the others and all the suffering will begin." She smiles and caresses my face carefully as if she is afraid that she will break it, her smile turning into a serious gaze as she notices that the bleeding stopped. She continues the movement a bit more forceful as she rips the knife out of my side while smiling broadly.

She wipes the blood of the blade using my face chuckling as she whispers the words my little warrior, acting as if she gave you war paint. She raises the now clean blade above my head as I finally get to my senses and use my last strength to try and stop the blade.

She shushes me and tells me it will be okey as she stabs me right thru my eye, the blade sliding in further practically going thru my head as I scream in agony. Feeling as the blade stirs a little inside my eye before slowly sliding thru my eye further and further. But before it can even go thru my skull fully I gasp and feel the last bit of air leave my lungs, as the pain became to much. Joining the other that have suffered the same fate as myself... In death, cursed to watch the wielder for as long as she lives.