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.
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.