Deadjournal
This is a blog from a serial killer on a mission from hell

Well, thats done. Read the paper at PWDNews and get all caught up before I fill you in on all the new details. I’ll wait… I SAID read the paper before you keep reading this! How are you supposed to know what is happening if you don’t read the fucking paper? Fuck, people are so annoying. Now do you see why I kill them? Just click the damn link and read the articles. Ok, thats better. Tricky’s email was impossible for Aaron to hack into thanks to the Feds and their good advice, but her boyfriend’s wasn’t. I have been able to read all his emails… Read More

PWDNews interrupts the Deadjournal blog to bring you another special report. Please click the link and read the article regarding the Eric Molds case. Would-be Assassin Shot By Police. Click for full story on apprehension of third Deadjournal accomplice Read More

You know, this just proves you cant believe everything you read in the papers. Hey Spunion, fuck you. I told you the devil wanted to meet you? That you could text him? Was this before or after you asked me to kill your parents? You want to stab me in the back? I wield knives for a living, you fucking tweak. Hey Mr FBI guys, check the records at zipzombie5@yahoo.com. Thats where Spunion and I worked out all the details of our little arrangement. I am sure you haven’t seen it yet since you are treating him like a victim instead of the piece of shit that he is. Mr Cohort lost his kids due to a really nasty meth habit, and the child support was… Read More

PWDNews interrupts the Deadjournal blog for a report on the Eric Molds case. Please click the link for the article. Second Deadjournal Accomplice Surrenders To Authorities, click here for full report! Read More

Fuck. Things just got a little tougher here. Did you guys see the news? I made the paper. Check it out at PWDNews. They are calling me the “Deadjournal Killer”. I like it. I could have come up with something better, but it works. Without Stang it just got a lot harder to post, but dont you worry. I still have a few tricks left up my sleeve. I have plenty of ways of logging on here. I need to clarify something, too. Tricky’s sisters name is Jenivive. Not Jodie. I can’t tell you right now why the name was changed, but lets just say some little shithead got his priorities… Read More

PWDNews, your source for all things Play With Death dot Com, brings you a special report! Click here for information regarding the Eric Molds case! Read More

So I guess the Myspace trend these days is to post your cellphone number in your status message and tell people to text you. Yeah, thats smart. Why dont you put up your address, too? I found Tricky’s Myspace last week and checked out all her friends. Her sister has a Myspace, too (who doesnt?) and it was filled with all kinds of details. Every few days she would blog about her adventures at the heavy metal bar in her area, one crazy story after another. This chick was a party girl. There was the town she lived in, right there next to her picture. The name of her High School was there, showing what district she lived in. Her top friends were… Read More

Its time to make a move. We’ll see what happens. Read More

I still cant find the bitch. I have been trying, but I need more time. The Feds are smart. I sent her a dozen emails with different trojans and viruses used for ip tracking, but every time I hit “send” it would bounce back with a message saying her status was set to “away”. I should have known it wouldnt be that easy. Whatever. I can take pleasure in the fact that she is trapped in a house with the curtains drawn while I get to walk the streets a free man. Heres something I read in the bathroom stall at the Elks County Mall while I was doing a little recon work. There once was a man named Ed Who never took a woman to bed… Read More

I cant share the details of my day with you guys anymore, but I am still addicted to blogging so I have to write something. Lets just kill some time while I conduct an investigation of my own. Here’s some random shit… Check out Acts of Violence. These guys rock. One of my favorite local bands. You might want to take a look at Murderspace. It’s like Myspace for psychos. My prediction of over a million serial killers might not seem too far fetched once you check that place out. Charlotte, where the fuck are my cookies? There has been an animal sacrifice over the temple… Read More

This whole time I had no idea what she looked like. Tricky, I am really looking forward to this. Hahahah…If I would have known she was that hot, maybe I wouldn’t have told her to go fuck herself right away. Well, too late now. This works out fine, too. I wish I could share the details of the last few days with you guys, but it is too big a risk. You will have to hear about everything after it happens. I have gotten a lot done, I can tell you… Read More

They haven’t put out anything on the news. I listened all afternoon as I drove, waiting to hear the story about the murderer that got away, but there was nothing. You would never have known a remote farmhouse was swarming with feds on Christmas day in the middle of Chester County, Pa. They were there, though. I saw them fly by on Route 1 just twenty minutes after I left, a line of black SUVs with government plates. There were three of them, and a half dozen State Troopers following along behind. They had the location, but there is no description plastered everywhere and no roadblocks set up checking Ids. They dont know who they are looking… Read More

Tricky Vixen forwarded me the email she sent to the FBI this morning. Apparently she has been reading along and collecting details about me this whole time, and leaving that car behind was all she needed to let the right people know what I have been up to. It was pretty incriminating. I didnt exactly take it seriously when I opened the email this morning, but I am sitting here with my laptop watching my files be remotely viewed as we speak. It’s some pretty powerful equipment, too. Nothing I can do will stop it and I cant even power down. I have to post this and then rip out the damn battery. Looks like this mission is going on a little detour.… Read More

The miles flew by and my excitement grew with each passing marker. I had my shed, a perfect studio for my work of art, and the thrill of it began to take hold of me and my hands gripped the wheel tighter and tighter. I noticed the ache as I passed from one podunk town to the next, and no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t resist the urge to feed my need. I decided on a quickie and made my plans over a fast food breakfast. The deed had to be quick, my dead guy was starting to fill with that now familiar stench and I couldn’t risk wasting much more than a day to get my fix. As I put my simple little plan into motion I was surprised at how easy… Read More

That went well. Not only do I have the shed, but I have victim number five to add to the glue ball. I can already imagine how nice a fresh white body will look heaped over the rotten dried skin of the old corpses. I arrived at the lot pretty early, being sure no one saw me go by as I made my way to the remote location. I set up camp with a folding chair, a thermos of hot coffee, and the book I am reading (Cabal, by Clive Barker). I would have brought my laptop, but I checked the signal yesterday when I scouted the area and I got nothing. The driver showed up late, well after dark, and I pretended I didn’t mind. He got out and looked around,… Read More

I arrived at my destination this morning. My delivery is scheduled for tomorrow. I checked out the delivery spot, and once I saw it with my own two eyes I was very satisfied. Google Earth is great for a bit of scouting, but until I was standing in the large empty lot myself I was unsure if this place would work. I have never been in this area before. I have never been in this part of the country, actually. It makes this the ideal place for my transaction, but I relied completely on the internet to plan this all out. One website in particular made it a lot easier, but I cant go into that right now. Lets just make sure everything goes smoothly… Read More

Most of you hate me, I get it. No need to keep messaging me on Myspace to let me know. Point taken. I would have been very surprised if you didn’t hate me, actually. I am not exactly a role model for your children. I cant stand Paris Hilton, but I stop flipping channels when I see her. I suppose it is something like that, then, because you still stop by to see what it is that I am up to. Go ahead and shoot the messenger…if you can find me. I am just glad the message is getting out. I have gotten a lot of emails lately, and most of them are about the same thing. I am going to answer them all in one post to save me time. I am going on a little… Read More

So everyone should thank Nick Valeno for the use of his credit card number. It took me almost two weeks to finally steal one that I could use without suspicion, and Nick was kind enough to supply me with it. I will be picking up my four-piece self-assemble steel structure in a few days. The company delivers pretty much anywhere in the U.S., so I chose my destination for a reason. I wonder if she knows I am coming to see her… Leave me some comments while I am gone. It feeds my ego, and we all know how much I need that. Read More

I am getting a lot of static from people regarding my victim selection. It seems that some of the lovely beauties I target are actually offended that I would want to kill them.. Awww. How cute. Its time I explained something to you. I am not your average run-of-the-mill mentally ill psycho killer. I am here on a mission from the depths of Hell itself. I am here to pave the way for the Antichrist; not in brick and stone but in flesh and blood. I am here to spread the word, people. Its time to give the devil his due. He heard your cries. He felt your hatred and need for death. Every time you sat in traffic wishing the guy in front of you was dead,… Read More

I took a big risk having the gas mask delivered to my place, but I am getting really frustrated with all work and no play. I went to drop off the dead girl yesterday and even almost a month later I still remember the stench. Hell better be pleased, because after only five minutes down there my clothes and skin were saturated with the odor of death. The walk from the farmhouse to the old septic tank is not a far one, but when you have a body to move… Read More

I always spill blood before I leave a hiding spot. I spend a few months grabbing girls from anywhere but home, and then kill a local just to keep the dots spread out. If I never killed at home, it would actually make it easier to isolate my location by excluding the towns that are one slut short. I guess any Feds reading this now know my pattern, but I have a pretty good feeling that nobody is paying any attention to me. I have mixed feelings about that. I thrive off excitement, and a nationwide manhunt sounds pretty exciting. So does not getting caught for another thirty years, though. I stepped out of my apartment this morning and began the… Read More

Heres the plan. Sometimes these four piece steel structures go on sale for only a few thousand. If I can get the right credit card information I can have it delivered somewhere and be gone before anyone catches on. By the time they process the transaction and investigate the purchase, I will be in another state. All anyone would have is a credit card number, the IP address where the order was placed, and a signature when it gets delivered. The… Read More

So much for a murderous rampage. I really got ahead of myself there. What did I think this was, the movies? I am actually grateful for what that skinny bitch did. She opened my eyes when she filled them with pepper spray. I have spent the last two weeks covering my e-prints. There are now more than twenty names connected to this website, all of them leading to another twenty made up names. They all have multiple email addresses and myspace accounts and facebook accounts. Some of them even have credit cards. Subpoena the new host and you will have a weeks worth of headache and empty hands. The new web proxy accounts give me a lot of breathing… Read More

You know, I dont think that girl talked on her phone. Ever. Not a single person found it odd that each conversation was through a message of some sorts. Between emails, chats, and texts I kept her alive in the minds of her loved ones for days. No one suspected she was dead, just maybe having a bit of pre-wedding psychosis or something. She had her phone set up to receive email, chat signed in on several messengers, and a steady stream of texts flowing at all times. All the accounts had passwords saved, so I was free to roam through her sent emails and text messages, perfecting my replies by reading all of hers. I knew how to respond to each friend,… Read More

I feel like an idiot right now. Especially with my own words staring me right in the face. I was wondering what she had in that large bag of hers. I would have guessed a collection of bridal magazines or something. Not a large can of mace. We both got off the train together, her a few feet in front of me. I took my time walking through the parking lot, letting her get far enough ahead of me to keep from spooking her but staying close enough to keep her in sight. Once we reached the apartment complex I picked up the pace a bit, and when she put her key into the lock I rushed the last couple steps to hold the door for her. What a gentleman. So… Read More