entry 696

Words by: iski

Dear Diary,

I cannot sleep in peace, for a monster is in my room. In the mornings, it is mellow and sweet, like celestial beings who merely exist for the ceaseless fulfillment of God’s demands. But do not let this fool you, for this monster simply reserves its power to seize and feast on its unfortunate prey. So I pray and beg, “Please, God, don’t let me be its next prey,” and I remain on my knees until the sun descends and the moon and stars ascend in the ethers. Then, in the evenings, the monster awakes from its slumber, and it starts to scream and bawl as my brain swells, my ears throb, and my lungs do not dare to breathe the same air the monster expires. It then hurls every object sitting in my room; its screeches grow shrill and agonizing like prey in peril, but again, do not let this fool you, for this monster is as cunning as the ruler that reigns the abyss. From dusk to dawn, I am obscured in the shadows, murmuring my prayers, hoping they will reach God as the monster devours its prey with the absence of mercy. The following morning, I find blood dressing not only my room but the entire house, with crimson trickling all over this chaos.

No.

No! It cannot be — how can this be happening? The monster is beginning to plague this whole place!

My pleas cannot save me. I can no longer remain in a house that will foster a fiendish monster.

I will not be its next prey.

May God pardon me for fleeing.

October 31, 2010

On today’s exclusive news this 31st of October, 2023: The excerpt above is the last entry from the diary of a serial murderer who has been going through a slaughter spree, still on the loose for over ten years.