Part I of the Serial Killers Journal - May 26, 1966
Jennifer:
Jennifer was a beautiful brunette that liked to walk the streets of Manhatten. She always wore the best clothes and had the best of everything. She had a lot of friends and even a boyfriend (hated that piece of shit)! She was mine damn it! I owned her she just didn't know it yet. I would follow her every night and watch her through her windows. If she only knew how disgusting she really was. I had to perfect her. I had to make her whole. So one night I did it... I took her home. I dressed her in simple clothes and combed her simple hair. She just needed to be simple. She needed to be pure. Why did she have to scream? Ugh, that retched noise. She was tied at the wrists and at her ankles. I then placed a pillow over her lush lips and shushed her as I held the pillow down hard. Then it went silent. Damnit she's dead. I didn't mean to kill her. It's too late now. I dragged her down to the pier and I pushed her off in the water. She drifted away. She was left at sea.
