Yeah, I missed you too.
December 27th, 2010I have been drifting from town to town over the last year, ever since returning to the States, and I haven’t let myself go online to watch even so much as a YouTube video during that time. Surfing the net would have been a big risk for me, with my addiction and all. Being driven to murder hot young girls is one thing, but having an obsession to blog about it is another. I’ve been living like a nomad for the last two years thanks to my unhealthy compulsion. Not that I want to stop completely or anything. Just the opposite. I’d actually like to kill and tell you about it on a daily basis, letting my blood covered fingers fly across the keys as the victim drains out beside me, leaving a pool of blood around my feet. Hell, I’d even consider doing a nightly cam show, myself as the host and corpses strung up as marionettes, arms flailing around and the rotten carcasses acting as my co-hosts. I just don’t like the idea of prison and they haven’t legalized murder yet. Fingers crossed.
So the plan yesterday was to pick up and move again, to head to some remote part of the country where no one would notice me for a short while. I was all set to head out, loading the last of my boxes, when the snow came. It hit fast and hard, leaving a blanket of white and shutting everything down for miles. I wasn’t going anywhere. My room was emptied, the key turned in, my deposit collected, hands shaken and goodbyes said. I could either check into a hotel, which would require a valid credit card and matching ID, or sleep in my truck. It was about five degrees outside and the snow was really starting to pick up, so sleeping outside seemed like a very bad idea. I hopped in the ride and tried to make it as far out of town as possible before I finally had to pull over due to the overwhelming amount of snow pelting my windshield. I saw a large shopping mall on my right with an underground garage attached and pulled in, immediately relieved to be out of the blizzard. There were still a few cars scattered throughout the garage, but not many. Probably some unfortunate souls cursed with the task of conducting business regardless of the state of emergency outside. I pulled my Blazer into a dark corner of the garage, shut off the engine, and thought about my next move. It was warmer in the parking facility than outside, but not much. I could probably make it through till morning, I thought, but not without running the heat periodically and that would be a drain on both gas and the battery. Too much of a risk of getting stranded, and that would mean drawing attention to myself if I had to ask for help. I couldn’t take the risk. I had to come up with a better solution to my problem.
I clicked the radio on, hoping for a weather report, and was given one immediately. They were calling it the “storm of the century,” but with the sensationalistic approach to journalism these days I wasn’t surprised. All hype aside, it appeared that things were only going to get worse. The fifteen inches on the road were going to double in the next six hours, and another ten were going to accumulate overnight, leaving a total of forty inches of snow. Plow trucks were scrambling to keep up and major highways were slowed to a crawl. Many sections were closed until further notice. They were urging everyone to head home immediately, as travel will be impossible by nightfall.
That certainly complicated things. I had to get out of there. I had to get indoors. I had a few clean credit cards, but no ID to match the name so a legitimate hotel was out of the question and I couldn’t spend time looking for a fleabag motel that would take cash and a fake ID or none at all. I had to be someone’s overnight guest.
I sat there thinking. The only thing I could count on being open was a hospital or a police station. There was no way I was entering a police station willingly, but maybe a hospital would work. I could say I had a seizure, give a fake name, and spend the night in a bed out of the storm. Just when I was making up my mind on whether or not to take the chance, my teeth chattering from the cold, she walked into the garage.
She was pulling her jacket tighter, trying to keep the icy weather from penetrating any deeper into her skin when I saw her, her blond hair spilling out from that stupid trapper hat with the flaps pulled down over her ears. Sure, it was functional, but I hate anything that becomes trendy. Boots with fur? I bet they’re warm in the winter. When I see dumb ass teenie boppers wearing Uggs and a pair of shorts in the springtime I just want to cut their legs off at the knees and tell them they’ve lost their walking privileges. “Am I hot? Am I cold? Am I both?” Shut up. You’re in a wheelchair now. You don’t care about fashion anymore. It’s too difficult to accessorize a pair of stumps.
Anyway, I watched the little trendy clone make her way to her car and decided to do a little trapping of my own. I started the engine and waited for her to do the same, and then began backing out. I took my time, letting her exit first, and then pulled out behind her. My heart began to beat a little faster, knowing it was about to engage in the act that kept it feeling alive. No other activity brought me anything close to pleasure. Nothing other than killing made me feel close to what you fell each day when you smile. The thought of removing one of you parasites from this planet makes me feel as close to happiness as I will ever come. I watched her taillights in the blizzard and bit down hard, pressing my teeth together and waiting for the right time to take the next step towards ending this girl’s life. It needed to be soon, because the roads were terrible, even with my four-wheel drive. The girl’s Saturn in front of me was barely keeping any traction.
She turned off the main road on to some residential streets, and that’s when I made my move. I stepped on the gas and rammed into the back of her car, pushing her forward and sending her out of control. I almost lost control of my own vehicle as well, but I was prepared for the impact and she was not. I turned into the slide and came to a stop as she slammed hard into a tree a few yards ahead of her. I pulled my vehicle over beside her, blocking the driver’s side door with my passenger side and got out.
She was dazed, but not in bad shape. The collision had her shaken up, but she wasn’t traveling nearly fast enough to do cause any serious injury. That stupid hat did end up on the floor of the car, though. She tried to open the door but couldn’t, and looked up at me for some kind of explanation. I just smiled as I made my way to the passenger side. I lifted the handle, reached in, and grabbed a fistful of her hair, all in one swift motion before she had a chance to react. She screamed loudly but the howling of the wind muffled it to a whimper. She may as well have been silent. No one could hear a thing. You couldn’t see more than ten feet in front of you, so as long as I was fast I could do whatever I wanted.
She was light and my hands felt nice around her waist as I hoisted her out of the car and threw her on to her back. I dropped to my knees, putting my weight down on her chest, laughing as she swung her arms wildly, trying to claw and scratch with a pair of extra thick gloves on her hands. She screamed again and again, her mouth gaping wide, so I reached beside me and grabbed a handful of snow, jamming it into her gaping mouth and packing it tight. She tried to spit it out but I filled it with more, stuffing her mouth and then her nose with the frozen white stuff. She started to gag, water seeping down into her lungs and I held her there, watching her eyes widen with fear and her face turn red from suffocation. Eventually her arms stopped flapping an dropped to her side, and then the eyes glazed over, dead.
My hands were numb from the snow, my legs cold and wet from kneeling on the frozen ground, but my blood was hot and boiling. I quickly picked her up and threw her limp body into the back of my truck before anyone saw us and then went back to the car for her purse. Her license had a nearby address and the key on the ring would let me in the door I was sure, so now I had my shelter from the storm. I also had a fix from my blood lust. I love how things worked out sometimes. I just hoped she lived alone.
I left a note on the car windshield saying “will have towed in the morning” before pulling away, preventing any unwanted visits from the police, and was happy to find a small one bedroom apartment waiting for me when I pulled up to the address. I brought her body in with me through the back entrance, stripped her down and dropped her in the tub after filling it with water. I doubted that the coroner would be fooled even for a second, but it was worth a shot. As I watched her lay there floating in the tub and turning blue from death’s changes I wished that I was able to keep her alive for a while. A minute of murder may keep the need at bay, but I could really use a week of hearing someone beg for death. It’s been a while since I tasted anything that sweet.
I got some sleep and waited all day today for the roads to be cleared, staring at this computer monitor on her desk and trying to resist the urge to blog. As you can see, I gave in. I know that when they rule her death a homicide there’s a good chance that they will check her computer to see if there was any recent activity. I don’t care. It’s been too long, like I said.
I’m glad to be back, everyone. I know you missed me. Comment, I love the attention. Send your correspondence to erickills@yahoo.com, and friend me on Facebook. I wonder how long I can keep this profile before they shut it down…



