SnotGoblin

Just would like to have your guys input. I write differently. Kinda choppy like. So please bear with it. Any suggestions/input welcomed.

Here ya go...

Working Title---Diary of a Madman or Seiral Killer





I am Evil. I watch you when you don’t know me there. I am the shadow in your mind. I lurk behind you while you pay for your groceries. I watch you sleep. I walk with you down the street. I am the Valley of Death.



Sharon was my first. I had watched her for about three weeks before I got her. I was just hanging out at Grimily Park, feeding the pigeons on a warm summer day. Lost in my thoughts, I saw her. Her long brown hair, shimmering skin, and the most perfect smile. She had her, although I didn’t know it at that time, her boyfriend. They seemed to be enjoying the cool breeze that was blowing that day. I was doing the same. That smile . . . yes that was what first hooked me. It was the kind of smile that you see in movies. You’ve seen them. I’m sure. The kind of smile after it has been digitally enhanced to be so perfect that it makes your eyes squint to look at it. Yes . . . it was the smile. I watched them go down to the pond to walk along the path. I just couldn’t bear to see her go. I had to follow . . .


After getting her work schedule down, since people are sooooo predictable, I could go in and out of her house at will. It wasn’t hard. Some people think that it is. Just buy yourself any uniform that looks “official.” Most dry cleaning spots have them. They want to get rid of these unclaimed, or lost, clothes taking up space. I can help. So I get my official looking uniform. Nothing special, doesn’t matter.

Oh her house. The way the place was infused with her smell. The place mats so placed with care. The drapes neatly tucked. The closet so organized. I touched nothing of course. But the smells and the sights were all I needed. I would soon, and enough get to touch. One thing of particular interest to me was her bathroom. My, the colors. Pastels, hues of gray, and little specks of gold, exploded into my eyes. I must say that I was impressed. But alas, I have to leave. Can’t miss my appointment with her at lunch?

She of course, was eating at Bill’s Sidewalk Café. She was on time as usual, and having her grilled cheese, burnt of course, with a side of pickle and chips. Diet Coke, hold the ice. I love the way she eats. The way she neatly places her napkin in her lap. Her little sips of her soft drink. Her feeling the crispness of the pickle. The way she loves the smell of the burnt cheese.

Tonight would be the night.

I thought that this would be a time for a celebration. My wait was almost over. I had already prepared four days ago, so I knew all my ducks were in a row. I though a treat for myself would be in order. Reward for all the hard work I had done over the past three weeks. I’m sure you understand. So this evening, for my treat, I went to Grimily Park, and walked the path where I had first saw her. Remind myself of that first day. Ah, the memories.

I let myself in the back door of her house again. I had been practicing on how quietly I could open it. I closed the door and checked my watch. 2:17am. I can hear her shifting in the bed.
No worries though, she does that all the time. I stop by the kitchen to grab a bite of her lovely chilli dip. Did I mention she was a good cook? I forgot that. Sorry.

As I am standing beside her bed, my thoughts are filled with pride, my heart is filled with joy. . Oh, her smell! It’s intoxicating! My work is almost complete.