It was late and honestly I was a little bit drunk.
I don’t remember anything before that except the basics about me, like my name, where I live, how to breathe, etc.
Everything else however, every happening before, was a blur.
That last shot sure as f**k didn’t help my nausea so I stumbled out and hurried to get to my house.
That’s when I felt my head hit the ground as I blacked out.
I woke up a few hours later in my bed with an unknown woman.
I thought nothing of this, as I must have been so drunk that I lost track of what I was doing and picked up a drunk chick on the way.
She had long black hair, skin smooth as butter and a birthmark next to her right shoulder.
That’s pretty much all I can tell you about her since she was on her stomach, facing away from my side of the bed, snoring away in dreamland I guess.
Her dress was laying on the floor next to her so I knew what was going on…
I went ahead and made us both breakfast (some delicious bacon to cure the hangover) and some coffee, while I was preparing my “Listen I had fun last night but im not looking for anything right now” speech.
I neatly put breakfast on a tray and took it to the bedroom.
I tried waking the girl up but she wouldn’t move a muscle.
Hmm is she seriously that wasted?
I noticed a little paper next to her dress so I went to pick it up.
When I got it and turned to look at her face for the first time I realized why I couldn’t wake her up.
Her neck was cut almost halfway through.
Her eyes were painted with horror and her mouth was locked in an eternal scream.
I stumbled back and felt the tequila go back up.
My white rug wasn’t white anymore.
I had no idea what to do, should I call the police or…
No they would probably pin everything on me.
Hell, I didn’t even know if I was innocent yet.
No, I had to deal with this myself.
I almost forgot about the paper that was in my hand. It had a number on it. It was my handwriting but I couldn’t quite…
Ah yes my safe.
But why the hell would I write that down, unless I was supposed to take something from it.
Yes, yes, I know its cliché to have a safe behind a painting but hey it did the job.
I opened it up and inside was my usual stuff.
Some money, a revolver and a few credit cards linked to off-shore accounts.
But then at the back I noticed a small black book.
Hmm that’s odd I must have put it there last night or maybe the girl did.
Anyway I couldn’t be bothered to read it now, I had to get rid of the body, so I left it on my desk, picked up some rubber gloves and a doctors mask, and went straight to work.
Come to think of it, when and why did I get the mask and the gloves?
Irrelevant for my situation, they’ll just have to do for now.
I threw up several times just by the time it took me to drag her to the basement.
And then came the hacking to pieces.
Jesus Christ all that blood….
It still makes me gag every time I think of it.
Once she was in pieces it was easy packing it all into boxes and getting the boxes into my car.
I quickly started a fire in the forest nearby and burnt her torn limbs piece by piece.
The smell was similar to the one of barbecue but at the same time it was so repellant.
I went home and cleaned the rug that was littered with pieces of last nights dinner.
I fell on the bed with my heart racing, I tried calming down by breathing deep but that obviously didn’t work.
And then I noticed the book sitting there…
I opened it up and I was horrified.
“July 7th – day 278
Collected items: Red dress, black lingerie and an amulet.
Description: Man she was a good f**k but the screams she gave out as I cut off her fingers one by one were priceless!”
I couldn’t believe this!
There were 277 more entries similar to this one. Every each one went into gruesome details about killing the women and r****g them.
They all had my handwriting…
This could not be happening what am I?!
The most unnerving part of the book was the last sentence of every entry.
“Living like this isn’t easy”
My head felt heavy but I wanted to know what the meaning of this is.
I wanted to know the story behind this sick game.
I needed to chill off first, so that I could take this on with my mind straight and my thoughts clear.
I was about to hit the bar but before that I had to change my puke stained shirt.
I opened up the closet and I felt my stomach burn and scream for mercy as I puked again.
Behind the closed closet doors there were hundreds of dresses, shoes, t-shirts, lockets, rings, amulets, even pieces of hair or nails.
I didn’t want to believe this but I had to.
I opened up the black book…
“July 8th – day 279 Items collected…”
I wrote it as fast as I could, closed the book, put it at the far end of my safe and rushed out to my car.
The bar I got to was not so bad so I decided to drink there.
I ordered a shot of Smirnoff and that one turned into 3 and those 3 turned into 7…
It was around midnight when I realized what I meant by living like this isn’t easy.
The thought of it horrified me but it was obvious.
It was late and honestly I was a little bit drunk.
I don’t remember anything before that except the basics about me, like my name, where I live, how to breathe, etc.
Everything else however, every happening before, was a blur.
That last shot sure as f**k didn’t help my nausea so I stumbled out and hurried to get to my house.
That’s when I felt my head hit the ground as I blacked out…
