DISCLAIMER!!!!

This site is a final project for a horror writing class. Everything on this site (aside from this post) is fake. Please do not think this is real in any way, shape or form. The murderer and her victims are all characters created from my mind and are not meant to represent any real people. Many of the comments on this blog are also faked as part of the fictional world. Anything said by any of those commenting should not be taken as a sign of their character, but as a sign of their willingness to help me manufacture verisimilitude. Please enjoy this story, if you care to poke around the site. Thank you.

Credits:

I would like to thank specifically Sarah Lago and Michael Ingram for screaming for me. You guys did a super job!

I would also like to thank my friends and family for commenting on this blog. It really did help!

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Finale

(#9 8/20/2012)

I don’t think I’m going to kill anymore. I’m tired. I never thought I would get tired of murder, but now I am. After only three kills! This is going to be my last post.

Goodbye.

 Flower

Reasons

(#8 7/12/2012)

I didn’t chop Jenna up. I don’t know why. She wasn’t that good a friend, but, somehow, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Instead, I dumped her and her leg in the river and she turned up a few days ago.

The police are investigating her death, but they haven’t questioned me yet. I know they will. I know they’ll find this blog and I’ll be through. Sometimes, I think I should confess. But then, I have to remind myself what will happen.

This doesn't feel as good as it used to.

This doesn’t feel as good as it used to.

Body Disposal

(#6 6/29/2012)

The police can’t catch me because there really isn’t any evidence. I burn the clothes I wear, and I’ve been good about cleaning up the blood. For the secretary, I managed to bleach away most of the stuff on the ground, and for the intern, I dug up the blood-stained grass and took it home.

Then get rid of the bodies. I’m not stupid enough to push them into a river or to bury them in my backyard. Instead, I cut them up, put the meat through a blender and then throw them away in various garbage cans and dumpsters across the city. It’s a relatively long process, and my house smells horrible, but it’s worth the freedom I have.

Blender

Investigation

(#3 5/23/2012)

Because she went missing, there’s been a police investigation about the secretary. Everyone in the office was questioned. Then  they questioned me again this morning (or maybe it was yesterday?) because they knew I was the last one out of the office before her. They talked to me for over an hour. I was surprised at how calm I was. I knew they couldn’t tie it all back to me. I doubt if they’ll ever even know she was murdered. I was careful to clean everything up and get rid of the body. I even burned the clothes I was wearing that day. It’s sad, really. I was wearing one of my favorite shirts.

I have a fire-pit in my backyard. That's where I burned the evidence.

I have a fire-pit in my backyard. That’s where I burned the evidence.

DISCLAIMER!!!!

This site is a final project for a horror writing class. Everything on this site (aside from this post) is fake. Please do not think this is real in any way, shape or form. The character of the murderer and her victims is a character created from my mind and is not meant to represent any real person. Many of the comments on this blog are also faked as part of the fictional world. Anything said by any of those commenting should not be taken as a sign of their character, but as a sign of their willingness to help me manufacture verisimilitude. Please enjoy this story, if you care to poke around the site. Thank you.