Here I sit in my car outside the house. Tonight’s the night. It has been to long. Tonight i will relieve my hunger for death. Emily Smith. I have been watching her for the last week or so, or so i think. i don’t really keep track anymore. Sometimes i catch myself walking into work on saturdays and sundays. I just have other things to worry about other than the day of the week, like Emily Smith. Why did i pick her? I really don’t know. I guess you could say she’s attractive. Now that i look back at my other kills the females were all attractive.
Which is strange because i don’t really notice women, and i’m not looking for any type of relationship ever. No one knows the real me and i would like to keep it that way. I can’t imagine if my friends, family, and colleagues found out about me. It would be the end for me. So why do i keep doing this? I’m addicted. This is an absolute addiction. I’m addicted to the feeling the rushes over me. The warm tingly feeling of when i take a life. It is what wakes me up in the morning and lets me sleep at night. I just feel like i’m not myself, like something has taken over me. Some Sort of dark passenger.
I would think that after my kill i would feel at least something. A feeling of guilt, a sour taste in my mouth ,or something like that. It’s actually quite the opposite. I feel a sense of relief. i need that right now but my prey is late for work. Every night she leaves for work at seven thirty P. M. to a small office building only a small distance away. She will be there until 2 in the morning. Gives me plenty of time for what i have to do. The best part is that about this office building is that her and the man at the front desk are the only two people in the whole building. This means i can just side hrough the back door and ride the elevator right up to Mrs. Smith. I already have my kill room set up in a closet next to her office. I set that up last night. When i kill i do it right. I make sure everything is correct. I line the room with industrial plastic and duct tape. I set up my special kill table and make sure everything is perfect. My kill table straps the people downs by their core ,wrist, legs, feet chest, and head. They are not going anywhere. Lucky for me Mrs. Smith has two kids and a husband. I took their pictures and hung them from the plastic when setting up the room.
I like to show my victims what it is they will be missing, and watch the tears stream down there face. God where is she. I’m getting antsy. I need this right now more than ever. My heart is beating so hard right now. Emily Smith is all i can think. “Boom Boom Boom” my heart is going to beat out of my chest. “Boom Boom Boom” she’s running late and if she doesn’t hurry i dont think im going to be able to control myself. “Boom Boom Boom! ” I can’t take it I need to kill her now! I reach for the door of my car, and right before i open the door there she is. Emily is scrambling to her car running almost fifteen minutes late.
I can finally relax a little bit knowing the kill is on its way. She gets in her car and backs out. She pulls away quite fast trying to diminish her tardiness. It doesn’t bother me at all though. This just makes me want to get my kill sooner. My anticipation builds up as we drive down the dark narrow road. Street lights flickering by as I drive past. I swear I can feel my blood rush through my body. Finally we arrive to the spot, her office building. She pulled through the parking garage, so | decided to park out front. Just like i thought, she makes her way to the third floor and there is a man behind the desk.
This office looks like it’s made entirely from glass, I can see right through it, which helps me with my kill. Now is my time to move. My kill tools are already in the kill room, all I need is the chloroforme. I sneak around the building and in the back door. I’ve checked this building for cameras during my week of stalking. If i go in take a left a right go up a flight of stairs take two lefts a right and on the last left I can ride the elevator up to the top and I am home free. I make my loop avoiding the man at the front and all the cameras. I get outside her office.
I dabbed the chloroform on the rag and snuck up behind her and covered her face. She struggled a little bit but it’s alright, they always do. To be honest, i kind of like it. Didn’t take but a minute and she was out. I dragged her into the kill room, which was just as i left it. I stripped her down naked and strapped her down to my table. I am dressed and ready in my apron and blood shield. All I have to do now is wait for her small beautiful eyes to open back up. Everything is ready. Once she is dead I will cut her up, put her in bags and take a little trip out on my boat.
Eight miles out is where I will drop her. As you can see, I have done this once or twice before. Actually to be precise thirty seven. I remember every single one of them. I have a trophy from every single kill, but not Emily. I am thinking one of her earrings will do me justice. With a few faint blinks, I see them. Those beautiful green eyes. She instantly realizes what is going on and starts to scream. I run over and stick a ball of cotton in her mouth. “No no no,” I calmly tell Emily, telling her not to scream. I showed her the pictures of her family that I had been keeping.
She instantly spit the cotton out and screamed “How can you do this!! ” | ran over and recovered her mouth, this time with duct tape. I began to tell her how i was born this way and that i needed this to get by. I thanked her and told her if she could keep her mouth shut i would take the tape off. She nodded agreeingly, so i took it off. I walked to my kill tools. She was quiet for the most part, just heavy breathing and sobbing. I picked my weapon of choice. A six inch cold steel blade. She shrieked her final words “Who are you! ” Spinning around to her I yelled back Sliding the blade into her chest” The Dark Passenger! “
