Clinically Confused

So as you all probably noticed, I took a break yesterday. I really did this to take a rest and think about what I witnessed a couple nights ago. What I've realized is that, there's no way what I saw that night really happened. Well, I did think that. That is, until I saw that thing again.

I was doing my usual nightly stroll to try and find good prey when I saw him off in the distance. He was still wearing his mask and his suit. I thought he must've been on stilts, because he looked much taller than last time I saw him.I kept walking toward him, mustering all the courage I had. I still couldn't tell you why I felt such dread at this point, but it got more difficult to proceed the closer I got. I finally was standing right in front of him. He tilted his head down to look at me. It was a very good mask. Time to see who this fucker was. I reached to grab it but he was too tall. I was able to grab it if I jumped, but I was immediately blasted back into the ground. At least I think I was.

I woke up about half an hour later laying on the ground. He was still standing there and I freaked out. I scrambled to my feet and ran like hell trying to get back to my house. I looked back and found him nowhere to be seen. I slowed down a bit. Caught my breath. When I looked up he was right there and I blacked out.

I woke up again, in my bed, in my pajamas. It was almost like someone or something was trying to convince me this was a dream. One vivid fucking dream, especially considering that fact that my back still hurt like shit. I got up out of bed and went to look in the mirror to find myself looking surprisingly normal. Perfectly combed hair, no teeth gone, no cuts or scrapes, no...wait. No teeth gone?

I that point I violently sat up in bed and punched myself in the shoulder. I felt it for sure and my back still hurt like shit. I felt around in my mouth and sure enough, some teeth were missing, just like they should be. I sat in bed for a bit and thought about what happened. I thought about my current situation. That thing is real. That thing is not human. That thing seems like it wants to hurt me. Suicide crossed my mind once or twice, but that's not uncommon.

By the way, I had that same dream again. The one with the bodies. My new victims had been added to the pile and the silhouette was no longer a silhouette. When I looked down it was no longer some random man burnt in a bathtub. It was me. Smiling.

DT

Sometimes Things Go Wrong

November 25th, 2012
6650 Flanders Drive
7:48 PM

THE CATALYST

You know, I thought maybe for once everything in my life would be as complete as it could be. I had a good streak. I should've known I was due for a kick in the ass. People always say that when something goes wrong you should just accept it and move on. Recently, I've learned that isn't the case at all. When something goes wrong, you should go back and fuck up the person who made it go wrong. So, that's what I set out to do tonight. But, as history goes to show, the universe has a precise schedule of fucking me over and it just so happened I tried to help myself the one day it didn't want to help me. I still couldn't tell you why it went wrong. It was all planned perfectly.

If you read my last post, you know I decided to finally do what I set out to do about a week ago. To be fair, I didn't see killing my boss as a goal then, but everything was leading up to this. I remembered hours perfectly, so I planned around that. I knew my boss usually went home around 7:40, so I waited outside around then. He came out of the office at the time written up at the top of the post. I ran up to him, said to him, "Remember me?", and gave him a good punch in the temple. He fell towards the ground, but I caught him before he hit it. I got his keys out of his pocket and opened up his car. Like most douchebags, he owns a hummer. He was a bit too plump to carry so I had to drag him into the car, which was very very difficult. I got in the driver's seat, turned on the ignition, and drove away. I had my eyes set on the desert. I dropped the beer, gas can, and lighter I had brought with me into the passenger's seat and stepped on the gas, screaming like wild animal. The drive out there took about 40 minutes, but I got there and he was still sleeping like a baby.

I drove the hummer out into the farthest reaches of nowhere. I drove it so out into the desert nobody would find us. I stopped when I got a good distance from any civilization and got out of the car. He was just starting to wake up and he asked me what the hell I was doing and where the hell he was. I told him none of that mattered. All that mattered right now was me and him. His eyes widened with fear as I began to pull out my tools. The basic duct tape, rope, and knife. I also brought my lobster fork along with a rather dangerous looking cheese grater, an aluminum bat, and an old bloody ball gag you might remember from thanksgiving. He tried to scramble out of the car, but I quickly smashed his kneecaps with the baseball bat. He screamed in pain, and while he was preoccupied with that, I duct taped his hands and ankles together. I socked him in the face, sending his whole body flying down onto the floor of the car. I duct taped his neck down to the floor a strapped the ball gag on. I started straight for his fingers, taking the cheese grater with me. I scraped it along his fingers, slowly peeling away skin. I went at this until a decent amount of blood started coming out, and then repeated the process on the other hand. As we know from previous experiences, hands are not really chock full of blood. I still cut off his finger tips if only as an homage. I then ripped off his upper garments and began caring into his stomach. He is was much more fatty then my thanksgiving victim, so it was a bit easier. I had no message to write this time, so I just ended up doing a bunch of random designs. Some spirals here, cubes there, whatever other thing I randomly drew in my notebook in high school. The whole time, he was screaming for help and all that did was make me laugh and laugh. At one point, I had an almost perfect looking spiral, but his gut moved and messed it up. I decided I was done with his stomach because it was time to punish him for being disobedient. I got my lobster fork and began taking out his teeth. As I had expected, it was much easier than with a knife, and I was done in at last half the time. I too the teeth and pushed them into his skin along the path of the biggest spiral in his stomach. With each tooth, he yelled and a little more blood came out. Nothing he did could make anything stop. That's how I had this set up. After I was done with the spiral, I decided enough was enough and took my lobster fork straight for his right eye socket. I gouged the eye out like it was nothing. In his last seconds I told him, "Let's hope the devil has mercy on you", then he ceased to live. I got the other eye out and stabbed my knife into his stomach. "Wait right there", I told him. And went to set up a little sitting area. I just piled some sand and rocks into a sort of makeshift chair.

This is where things went wrong. When setting this up, I saw that silhouette again. I shined my flashlight on it, and again saw a man. But this time, it didn't change. It stayed a man. A very tall, thin man. I moved my flashlight up and saw he was wearing some sort of mask like a superhero or something. I asked him who the fuck he was and there was no response. I charged at him and I swear I should've tackled him straight to the ground. As soon as I hit him, I didn't. It was like I ran right through him. I looked back and he was fucking gone. I screamed at the top of my lungs telling him to show himself. I began to get very afraid. I ran back to the car and screamed in anger. The body was fucking gone! It just fucking disappeared! I HAD THIS ALL FUCKING PLANNED DO YOU ASSHOLES REALIZE THAT? IT WAS GOING TO BE FUCKING PERFECT! Not only did I not get to enact my revenge fully, but a good beer went to waste as well as a ton of gasoline. I kicked the car in frustration and got in the driver's seat. On my way home I saw the fucker again hanging out at the side of the road.

There's no way that bitch was human.

DT

Taking a Rest

As I lay here staring at the wall in my room
I Think of the one whose impending doom
Has sat in the back of my mind for days
Covered from sight by a thick haze
The man who sparked this sequence of events
My old fucking boss, one Mr. Malence.
Rage boils throughout my body
But with all of this work i feel very groggy
So, I think to myself "Hey,
it can wait another day."

DT

Black Friday

November 23rd, 2012
10845 Rancho Bernardo Road
1:33-2:57 AM

THE CONSUMER

I got a very early start today. After disposing of my last victim's body, I drove past a Walmart on the way home. There were crowds of people rushing in and out of the store, and I saw someone lying on the ground, seemingly unconscious. In that instant I planned out what I would do.

I burst out of my car and rushed up to the man screaming "JIM! JIM ARE YOU OKAY!?", and people seemed to just rush by as if I wasn't there. I picked him up and rushed him over to my car. As I threw him in the back seat, I heard him mumble "who are yo-", then he was cut off by the door closing. I ran over to the driver's seat door, opened it up, stepped on the gas before the door was even fully closed, and began driving toward the Cleveland National Forest. Part way through the drive he started to freak out and ask where he was. I made sure the doors were locked, slowed down a bit, and whacked him on the head with my bat. in about 25 minutes we arrived at the entrance to the forest. I went around to the back, and he was beginning to become fully conscious. I wrapped duct tape around his ankles, his wrists, and his mouth.I picked him up and plopped him into this wheel chair i found in a junkyard. I pushed him around through the forest until one of the wheels broke and found a large nearby tree. I propped the wheel chair up against the tree and got to work.

First thing I did was rip the duct tape off his face. I realized that, being this far away from people, I could listen to the screams in their full potential and not be in danger of being heard. He asked me who I was. Donovan Trummond I said. Where am I he asked. No need to know i said. He sat there, speechless for a bit. He asked me what I was doing and why. I asked him why he lived. Why he breathed. Why he went to work everyday or ate. Instinct. He said I didn't tell him what I was doing. I said he was a fucking retard and asked what the fuck he thought I was doing. He burst into tears and asked me to stop. Begged and begged and begged. I chuckled a little and told him his begging was worhthless, his tears were worthless, and he was worthless. He began to scream and I slapped him in the face telling him it was pointless. He just started crying again. I took out my knife and got to work on his mouth. 

Yanking a whole mouth of teeth out is very difficult, especially with a knife. If I had known i would be preying on black Friday buyers when I set out tonight, I would probably have brought my lobster fork, which would've made it a whole lot easier. Just so you guys know, screams are a lot more satisfying when not muffled by duct tape or ball gags. After yanking all of them out, I dropped them down the front of his shirt and kicked him in the gut. I then instructed him to stab himself in the gut and and eviscerate himself. I reminded him that if he didn't I would make it much more painful for him. He looked at me, helpless, and nodded his head. I took the duct tape off of his hands and handed him the knife. As expected, he slashed out to hit me. I dodged the slash and told him he had one more chance. And so he did it. Sobbing with his hands trembling, he stabbed himself in the gut and made a long, deep gash across his stomach. He passed out from pain and his guts began to spill out. I can't imagine he survived much longer. This is the first time I've seen actual guts. They looked pretty much like movies make you think they do. Surprisingly boring really. I yanked the knife out of his stomach and stabbed him repeatedly in the chest. I also slit his wrists for added bleeding. I couldn't think of anything else to do to him after reducing him to less than a human. I gave him a good punch in the jaw and walked away, leaving him on the wheelchair against the tree. As I walked out, I swear I saw the same silhouette as in my dream. I shined my flashlight in its direction and for a second, I saw a man. After my eyes got used to the sudden light I saw that it was just a tree. I think I'm starting to get a bit paranoid. I went back to my house and went to sleep.

I just woke up about half an hour ago and decided to post this. So yeah. Also, shout out to "Corey" for being brave enough to admit they read this. You should all follow their example.

DT 

I am Thankful for My Knife

November 22nd, 2012
Address Withheld
8:06

THE CHEF

Happy thanksgiving lovely readers. Today was themed. I hope you enjoy the creativity and effort I put into this one. But first, I will share with you an interesting dream I had.

There was a lot of screaming in the background but besides that there was no noise. There was blackness all around me and I was spinning around in a circle. In a small circle around me were all of the people I've killed so far, mostly in the state they were when I last saw them. I began to spin faster and faster until they were all a blur of reds and pinks and yellows. I suddenly stopped and looked down a long, dark corridor with only one light at the very end. The silhouette of a tall man was slightly visible in the dim light. I quickly looked down and saw a man in a tub burnt to perfection. This is, in fact, where I got my inspiration for tonight's work. This is the story of the man with the leftovers.

I cruised slowly down the street in my car, waiting to spot a lone person on their way home from a party. After about 15 minutes, I found the man. He was carrying a rectangular tupperware container that had in it what looked like stuffing. I stopped my car slowly behind him, making sure nobody was around besides us, then got out of my car and hit him over the head with a bat in one fluid motion. I caught him just before he hit the ground and carried him hurriedly to the trunk, opened it, then dropped him in. I made sure to restrain him and put duct tape over his mouth before closing the trunk. It took a bit for me to drive back home, so when I    opened the trunk he was already beginning to wake up. I carried him inside before he could start struggling and kicking and dropped him right in my bath tub. I quickly prepared everything and made my way back to the bathroom. By the way, "everything" includes my knife, a whole box of matches, a full gasoline can, and a homemade ball gag made with razor wire and an apple. I ripped the duct tape off of his mouth, stuffed it with stuffing until he choked, and put on the ball gag, tightening it until it went through the skin. I then got my knife and ripped off the mans shirt, and then I wrote something to remind myself what I am thankful for. Here is what I wrote:

"I AM THANKFUL FOR MY KNIFE
 I AM THANKFUL FOR LIFE
 NOT MINE OF COURSE, BUT ALL THE OTHERS.
 I AM ALSO THANKFUL FOR THE LACK THEREOF
 I'M THANKFUL FOR MY COMPUTER
 I'M THANKFUL FOR ALL I HAVE
 HOWEVER LITTLE IT MAY BE"

The whole time I wrote this he was doing the usual scream, scream, scream, and I was enjoying every minute of it. If he thought this was bad he would not do too well later on. I finished my carving and took straight to his feet. Sawing through flesh and bone is not only difficult but also time consuming. Part way through the ankle, I decided it would take much too long to cut off the entire foot, so I left it part way cut and him screaming for mercy through soggy croutons.  I looked up at his face and the blood streaming down his face had been replaced by tears.I figured that he must not have a very good diet if his blood clotted that fast. I made two long, fresh cuts just below where the ball gag was. The blood once again overtook the tears. I now decided preparation was complete and it was time to baste and roast the turkey. I drenched him in gasoline from the full can i mentioned before. In quick succession, I lit and dropped 5 matches on him in different places. He tried to scream but the stuffing all but choked him to death. I quickly went to my kitchen and fetched my oversized marshmallows. I stuck one on the end of my knife and enjoyed roasted marshmallows until I stopped hearing muffled screams. I then turned the faucet on and let the fire be doused.

He's still there in my bathtub. I'll dispose of the body later, probably around midnight. See you tomorrow, fuckers.

DT

The Third

November 21st, 2012
4526 52nd Street
8:36 PM

THE COUPLE

Tonight my target came to me much quicker than usual. However, this one was was a bit more complicated than most. As you can probably tell from the title, I set my sights on a couple tonight.  I had to actually plan a bit more before making my move and I still chipped a tooth and got a bloody nose.. I waited and followed until we got to a small alley type thing. They were giggling and talking about Twilight or some shit and I snuck up behind them. I grabbed them both at the same time. The girl freaked out and hit me in the face with a huge ring. This is the part where I chipped a tooth and got a bloody nose. Honestly, I think that helped me more than anything else. All it did was make me more aggressive. Duct tape was over their mouths almost as quick as lightning and, after some attempts to break out of my hold, they were down on the ground with their hands tied behind their back kicking and attempting to scream. I crouched in front of them and took out my knife as well as a lobster fork. Don't know what that is? 

Now you do. When I pulled out the lobster fork, they cried out for what I think was mercy. I decided they were misbehaving so I reinforced the duct tape. At least 3 strips on each mouth with two others on the side to stop peeling. the woman's mascara was dripping, so I cleaned it off. She kept crying and it kept dripping but I said fuck it. So, I propped the two up on either wall of the alley so they were facing eachother. I stabbed the guy through the foot and the recoil of his body sent shivers down even my spine. Blood poured over my hand and it felt much better than the alcoholic's blood from my first kill. This is what I needed. I took out the lobster fork and went for his eyes. I could hear his cries of agony muffled by the duct tape and I could feel the lobster fork going deeper and deeper until finally I yanked his eye right out of the socket. Blood poured and poured. I didn't know if it would ever stop. The girl behind me was crying and sobbing and trying to scream at me to stop. I'm pretty sure at this point the guy fell unconscious from blood loss or pain or whatever. I gave him a precise stab right through his rips and into his heart. He was bleeding from many different places and I decided that was enough. I turned around to find the girl's face covered in sticky black tears and she was banging her head against the wall. That bitch had the fucking gall. By the time I got over to her she was standing fully upright. I kicked her in the gut which knocked her back on the wall. She slowly sank back to a crouching position and I kicked her right in the jaw. She lost more teeth then I did tonight. I was blinded by rage. All I did for the next two minutes at least was kick her square in the face. By the time I was done her face had turned to a fine mush and I was done with her.

Honestly, at that point, I just got tired. Too much physical exertion. However, I did gouge out one of the girls eyes and the other of the guy's. As I made my way out of the alley, I gave the girl one more solid kick in the head.

Fucking twihards.

DT

Back for Seconds

November 20th, 2012
4591 Contour Blvd
9:17 PM

THE PRINCESS

Nice to see you guys again. It's been a while, huh? I missed you all so much. And now, I wonder how many people have found this little diary of mine. I hope more than 20 at least. Well, on to what you came here for.

Again, I was in the sweet embrace of a cold, dark night. Cold is always preferable to hot. And darkness is just helpful. This time, I came a bit more prepared. I brought some duct tape and some rope. I also wore some leather gloves to protect from the cold as well as to hide any finger prints that might somehow get on something. Gotta be careful in situations like this. I quickly got away from any groups of people or parties going on and headed down a sort of side street where hopefully I wouldn't be seen as easily. Most of the houses on the street, save one or two, seemed to be totally asleep and shut down. I was beginning to get afraid I had to travel farther when I saw her. There was a women about half a block away taking a walk. She was wearing one of those cheesy pink jogging suits, had long blond hair, and was walking one of those tiny poodle type dogs, much like this one:

She seemed to be either on a blue-tooth call or singing along with her music. I was hoping it was the latter so nobody had to have an unfinished conversation. When I saw this I thought about what the last thing this woman had done was. Did she say "I love you" to her kids last time she saw them? Fuckin' hope so. I tore a bit off the roll of duct tape and began to make my way toward her. As I got closer, I realized what it was she was listening to. Fucking Harry Styles. I grappled her neck and slapped the duct tape over her mouth. I also grabbed her dog and choked it out so it wouldn't struggle or make any noise. I gave her a good crack on her head with the end of my knife and her muscles relaxed. There was a large cluster of trees nearby and I dragged the two sleeping babies there as quickly as possible. I tied her to a tree and tied her dog to the tree facing her with its leash. I also tied her neck to the tree so she couldn't move her head. About 15 minutes later the real fun started.

The dog woke up slightly before the chick. It whimpered a bit but stayed mostly silent. After she woke up, I got her attention, reminded her of the recent events, and explained to her my plan. You see, she was gonna keep her eyes open as much as possible. She would watch me play with her dog until I was done and if she watched the entire time, I would let her and her dog go. She was crying and trying to struggle out of her restraints. Thankfully, I'm a god damn eagle scout. No way she was getting out of there. I took her muffled cries as a yes and walked over to the pup with my knife out. It looked very afraid, but I walked up to it and scratched its belly and pet its head. The leather gloves were beginning to diminish my experience, so I removed them so I could feel the softness and warmth of the dogs fur, then feel its body shiver with fear as I brought the knife into view. I heard a muffled screech from behind me and smiled. I moved my hand off its back and thrust a knife through its spine as quickly as I could. This one was done. At that point, I had never even seen dog blood and it was a wonderful new experience. I turned around and stared intimidatingly at the woman. She seemed to be about late 20's-early 30's. She was sobbing and sobbing, and I was almost afraid the duct tape would fall off. I walked up to her and she attempted to dig herself into the tree behind her, kicking and kicking and kicking. I stomped on her kneecaps and heard a yelp come from her mouth as I did so. It was only a moment after that I stabbed her straight through the eye and heard a quiet thunk as it hit the back of her skull.

Have you ever stabbed a knife into a jello container? If not, I would highly recommend it. It would simulate pretty well what stabbing an eye is like. And it feels great. Very satisfying. The real thing is even more satisfying especially since there isn't much chance for mutilation with a jello cup. Cutting off the tips of someones fingers is also very enjoyable. Though there was less blood then I expected, the thumb and pointer finger squirted in a fun horror movie-ish way. It's like saying fuck you to cuticles ,which are fucking assholes might I add. I thought about the whole "hey this chick has boobs" thing but decided that I had missed my chance when I stabbed her through the eye. By the time I was done with her the dog had lost most of its body heat and I decided t was time to go home and wash my clothes.

By the way, dog fur is great for soaking up blood.

DT

I suppose you're wondering who I am

Donovan Trummond, at your service. My friends call me Donny. I am 5'11" and weigh 134 lbs. I was born on October 23rd 1985. I am, therefore, 27 years old. I am single. I have sandy auburn hair with slight blond highlights. My stylist says they bring out my eyes. My eyes are blue, by the way. Some have called their color "striking". I am relatively pale, as a result of sitting in the dark for most of the time on a computer. I work at a run of the mill office as a sad fuck who has no talent. My whole family is distant or dead. I have no pets. I love long walks in the park.

None of that is true of course.

Living the life that I placed ahead of myself last night, you have to retain as much anonymity as possible. Donovan Trummond is not a real person. He's my Lemony Snicket. It is an identity that I have created. He's a sad bastard who needs more out of his life before he decides to do something stupid. And he will stay that way forever. The most static character in any story ever. In truth, I have no job, have never met my father, and the rest of my family is dead. I was only fully put in this position about a week ago. I did good at my job. I worked diligently. My boss decided to fire me because I was friends with the front desk manager, who he thought was hot. Fucking fat prick. I am a nobody. It's always the quiet ones. That's what everyone says. Everyone is right.

I hope you liked my post last night. I had to write down what was in my brain somewhere. It was all spilling over like a frothy mug of chocolate milk and I needed to document the beauty I had performed. Hopefully there will be another tonight. Keep your little, fucked up eyes out you perverts.

DT

There's a First Time for Everything

November 19th 2012
4208 Collwood Lane
8:27 PM

THE NOMAD

I walked down a long, dark road, prepared for the best. With a twinkle in my eye and a smile on my face I searched and searched for the right person. However long I looked, I couldn't seem to find them. Then I saw him. He shambled down the road with tattered clothes and a pack on his back. He looked very tired and hungry. And vulnerable. I put on my best concerned face and walked up to him. He smelled of low quality alcohol and body odor. He was staring off into nothing and his eyes were glazed over. Our conversation went something like this.

"Are you okay?", I asked.

"No, not at all. I've been walking for days straight and need somewhere to rest. I am also very thirsty and hungry and..." his thoughts seemed to trail off. He breathed a low, audible breath. Steam escaped into the sky as he closed his mouth.

"Oh, well why don't you come back with me to my home. I wouldn't want a poor soul like you to be left out in the cold."

I took him by the hand and led him down the street. He was somehow very sweaty, even though it was a relatively cold night. I didn't know where I was going, I just knew I needed to find a place with less streetlights. We walked for a good ten minutes before I found a good place. Ah yes here we are, I thought to myself, time to get ready. Positions people!

I turned around and put a look on my face that said, 'Oh, I have forgotten something oh so important'.

"There's something I need to tell you", I said in a relatively worried tone.

"Well, what's that now", he asked, looking a bit concerned.

"Not everyone is who you think they are..." and with that I gave a him a good stab in the stomach. I felt a sweet relief as it went through the skin. I could feel the knife moving through his stomach. I could feel the blood dripping on my hands. A lot more blood then I expected came gushing out. It felt almost like water.

He tried to yell but my hand was over his mouth before a single note could be uttered. How easy this was. How quickly I assumed such power. His eyes began to become glassy and I forced him to kneel down on his knees. He looked up at me with the best face I've ever seen in my life. He looked so afraid. So worried for himself. Worried for his loved ones. If he had any, that is. A good slash across the throat sent him down on the ground with a hard crack and I smiled even bigger than I already was. Blood poured down his neck and chest and dripped on to the ground. I could smell how fresh it was. I could almost taste it. I stomped on his head, relishing the bone crunching I could feel under my boot and decided that was enough. I left him there, blood spilling into the gutter. He almost looked happy.

They say there's a first time for everything.

DT