With friends like me…
I sat in the lounge for a while, surfing the net and gathering details on my new location. I never pick a place ahead of time, knowing how important it is to stay random. It may seem difficult, but really it’s not. Everything about my new town was at my fingertips, and it only took me a few minutes to study a map and find the ideal places to make some new friends. I found a few rooms for rent, too, thanks to craigslist. I have my fingers crossed about one in particular. Two young girls, both in college, with an extra bedroom and enough nieve trust to invite me to their place before first meeting me in public. Whether I get the place or not, this should be fun. I hope they’re cute.
I never jump right into action in a new town, so I had time to kill, as opposed to people. I got up and made my way into the darker bar and logged on to my website to do some writing. I am not sure why I started blogging, but now that I have opened the flood gates I have an overwhelming desire to share my escapades with everyone who cares to read. I want to share my passions, show what is inside me, to the world. I dont know why or what I thought would come of it, but now I cant stop. Maybe I wanted to drive people into a panic, everyone locking their doors and afraid to log on to the internet in fear that the monster will show himself. I know that would never happen, though. Fear and intelligence are directly correlated, and most people are too stupid to know when to be enticed and when to be terrified.
I decided to sign up for a Myspace account and describe myself as honestly as possible. I wanted to see how people would truly respond to what I am. I would say I searched my soul for hours to find the answers to the “about me” section, but I really don’t have a soul to speak of. A few seconds inside my head was all it took to let the hate spill out. With no regard for the opinion of others, self delusion becomes unnecessary. I know myself one hundred percent. Its everyone else that I lie to.
Time to see what happens when I stop.
Once I was satisfied with the content, I started sending out friend requests and waited to see the reaction I would get. I knew blind panic was not going to happen, but what did happen wasn’t really in my realm of predicted outcomes either. Within two hours I had 40 friends, and in another two it doubled. Mostly girls, each one more beautiful than the next. Hell, Kat Von D even added me. Thanks, Kat. That woman is spectacular, isn’t she? I don’t even think I would kill her, and that’s saying a lot. Eh, who am I kidding. I would have to cut her open too.
All the girls were glorious in their darkness, so alluring that each photo spoke to me in volumes. They were a mixture of fallen angels and the walking dead. The angels I wanted to penetrate, first with my knife and then with my hands, finding their power and making it my own. The living dead, the mindless automatons adorned with trendy tats and “scene” sunglasses were also appealing, but without the promise of power. The only thing I wanted from them was an opportunity to cut their skin and hear them scream. I wish I could board one of these “trains” they ride and slice them up one by one, making my way from the front to the back of each car and covering their “hello kitty” backpacks with streaking arcs of blood. Maybe that would wipe those stupid emo expressions from their faces.
There were a few guys that added me too, which I thought was great. Maybe we can get together some time, if any of you are reading my blog. Round up a group of girls , dress them like baby seals, and go clubbing. Make them slide around on their bellies for a while, grunting and flapping their useless flippers, and then smash their face in with a bat. Let me know. I will put something together if anyone is interested.
I found hundreds of groups on there, too. Ones for fans of serial killers, true crime, and murder in general. Most of them were pretty vanilla, but others definitely had a collection of some seriously disturbed individuals. The more group descriptions I read, the more I saw that there were some pretty fucked up people out there. I started joining groups and posting the link to my blog. I also posted a bulletin saying that any girls out there that wanted to be murdered could send me a pic and tell me why I should kill them. I had ten responses almost immediately! There really is something wrong with people these days. Isn’t it great?
Online communities and social networking places have always been my favorite place to quietly find a victim or two, but now I see so much more potential. I am going to keep killing, of course, but now I want to do it in front of you. No more hiding my work, no more keeping my beautiful trophies to myself. So many out there have a taste for bloodshed, and I am here to give you what you want. Go ahead and add me at www.myspace.com/ericmolds.
And keep an eye on my blog, people. I am just getting started.
