September 9th, 2000 It’s my birthday today. Meaning just another handful of people saying happy birthday and giving me presents that I might even barley use. Mom says she has a big suprise. Geez I wonder what it is.
September 10th, 2000 It’s there worst suprise ever. Moving it to a new house. I hate it. There are vines everywhere. The walls. The whole house was a plant. Covered with weeds. The inside is even more worse than the house on Eastwood Drive. The wallpaper is ancient. And the air was suffocating. I ask my mom why we couldn’t stay. “Because of a new exprience.” Bullshit. I’m trying to not laugh over the sentence. I go behind the house and grab one my cigerates out of my pocket and light it. I hear something in the trees. Like if it were to talking to me. A loud boo comes from behind me. It’s my brother Matthew. I’m completely pissed off. I give one of my signature stares. He starts laughing “Well shit. I’m sorry scaredy cat.” I give him a punch in the shoulder. “You asshole.” we both laugh. He looks at my hand which is holding the cigerate. “ Can I have one?” he continues to look at my hand. I reach in my pocket and grab my last smoke. Me and him start puffing And we both cough at the same time. Something gives me weird feelings.
October 10th, 2000 Mom has been acting weird lately. She looks different. She is mumbling words that I can't understand. Some nights I hear thumping in her room but if I to check everything is fine. I don't know where Matthew is. None of us do.
October 31st, 2000 Holy shit Holy shit! I can't believe I did that. Mother please forgive me. She just acted crazy! Her eyes were pure white and her voice was nothing normal. The... Just. I can't believe she is dead. I have to hide.
I couldn’t believe that he died. I tried to hold back my tears but I was broken. I couldn’t focus on what the officer was saying. A burning hot flow of red overflowed my mind. Even more tears came down. “Ma’am are you okay?” a muffled voice came over me. I look up. “Ma’am are you okay?” I snap back to reality. “Oh uh sorry yes, I’m okay.” I replied. I could tell that he didn’t buy the mask of reassurance. “If there is anything we can do just give us a call.” He gives me a small business card. With the name Sherlock. What a stupid name for a law enforcement. I walk out of the interview room. “I’m going to find you Alex. I’m going to find you and kill that motherfucker.” I pushed open the police entrance doors. And started my engine.
Another lost soul of the wretched town of Maryville also known as murder capital USA. The victims name is Ashley Ashman. Died September 15th 9:30pm. The body was found this morning. It's him. The monster. That fucker. They will find him. And they will kill him. Too bad they didn't really think to check those letters I sent to her. She rejected me. For a asshole jock. That's why she needed to be out in her place. I don't regret it. She is with the rest of them.
