August 15, 2012
I’m getting hungry again. I see all these people, just waiting to be taken for food. They have no idea how they’re just sitting out for the taking, like sitting ducks. They have no idea.
I’m getting so hungry.
August 29, 2012
Another one’s gone missing. She’s in my basement. I like to massage her legs. She screams, but I know she likes it. I understand women. They just don’t understand me. Nobody does.
But, even so, I have enough meat to be okay for a few more days. But I’ll need to hunt again soon.
October 2, 2012
There was a search party for one of the girls I took today. I volunteered at it. Her name was Linda Freeman. She was my next-door neighbor as a child. I used to look in her window when she would change. Her boyfriend was an ugly brute, and she slept with the whole town. I won’t eat her. She’s below me.
Anyways, I volunteered at the search party, handing out food. I added a special ingredient to the lasagna. They have no idea. I chuckle about the ingenious of the idea now, everyone will know soon enough.
October 17, 2012
I think they’re onto me
They came by my house
I think I heard them say FBI
October 21, 2012
I went back to my house
They’ve been here
It’s a mess
I heard something
They’re still here
[VOICE RECORDING OF INTERROGATION]
[Detective] Boy, you’re in trouble up to your ears.
[Subject] I know, sir.
[Detective] Where is Linda Freeman?
[Subject] Why would I tell you?
[Detective] Either way, you’re going to jail, boy. You ain’t god no God there.
[Subject] God doesn’t like people like me.
[Detective] Damn right.
[Priest] God is still with you.
[Subject] God isn’t inside me like he is inside you.
[Priest] God is inside all of us.
[Subject] So is Linda Freeman.
[Detective Yells, noise of table being knocked over. Subject laughs menically.]