I always had dark thoughts when I was a young boy, my world always seemed thick with black. As I grew older killing insects was a thrill; I would pull them apart and listen to the little sounds they made, almost like screams, my mind was curious. Things had become cloudy again when I met Megan. A lovely woman who would talk to me for hours and seemed to lift the fog that lurked in my head. I liked her a lot and became very attached to her.
I watched her silky skin as she made drinks for us one day, Megan asked if I could help hang a mirror on her bedroom wall “Of course” I replied. As we entered the bedroom I saw a picture of lions tearing antelope apart and then, suddenly, waves of rage entered my head. I swung the hammer I was holding, hitting Megan on the back of the head again and again, I couldn’t stop. Eventually I dropped the hammer and looked at what I had done, still my mind was intrigued. I grabbed her legs and began to take her downstairs her head bounced making a thud as I dragged her body down each step leaving a bloody line behind us. I took her to the kitchen, a knife in my mind, but I remembered the insects. I began to peel her skin with my bare hands, slowly peeling the flesh piece by piece, blood covered my hands and the scent of her still warm flesh began to make my mouth water. Sat hunched over like a starved zombie I began to bite through the chewy veins and tendons savoring her divine muscle, like a rare steak euphoria setting in.
I sat back and caught my reflection in a pane of glass on the door, blood all over my hands and face, a smile emerged. I knew then in that moment what I had done.
I was a killer and there would be more, as the fog clouded my mind once more.
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