…It was fuckin close..  I was pissed. Those fuckin pigs thought they had me. It was bull-shit, for 3 weeks they interrogated me, tortured me, beat the shit out of me.  I never cracked, I told them nothing. 3 weeks of torture tends to piss someone off…. You don't want to piss me off...  why ?  ...

As soon as I got out, I made sure to do something so fucking horrifying that they'd be sorry for what they did to me.

I knew they would be following me so I had to be careful. I went to hotel, it must have been about 5:00 p.m., I took a nap.  10:00 p.m. I snuck out the back window. I walked up and down the near-by streets. I saw a house that had about 5 newspapers stacked up at the door, this was good.  They haven't been home in at least 5 days. I snuck around to their back door and smashed the basement window and crawled in.

I called an escort agency right away.
The fuckin escort agency wanted a credit card .. Fuck, I don't own a card.  Whatever..  I schmoozed her over a bit, told her I only had cash... She said she'd see if she could find a girl willing to come by without the pre-auth. Anyway, she kept me on hold, and found a girl that would do it if I paid cash as soon as she got there. Done.!!

I went into the basement and started looking around.  I found a huge weight bench, one of those big cubes of steel that stand about 7 feet tall. I kept looking around the house, I grabbed everything that looked good and I thought I could use.   I grabbed a baseball bat, rope, Duct tape, a couple knives a sewing kit, one of the kids hamster cage ( 3 hamsters ) a tennis racket ,  the ideas we're already starting. They had a liquor cabinet. I took every bottle out of the bar and smashed them in the bathroom wall so they would fall in the tub. I turned on all the stove burners.

The doorbell rang.  It was her, gorgeous…it was a redhead, I Fuckin hate redheads. I asked her if she wanted a drink. She told me that she wanted money.  I didn't have money, I just wanted to get her a drink. I said yes. Come on in and I'll get you the money. She's stayed at the door .. FUCK, anyway I went into the kitchen and waited. She called out for me, I told her I had her money but was busy pouring a drink and was in the kitchen and she should join me. This chick was a fuckin pain in the ass,..  Anyway, she never came in.  she said she was leaving, so I had no choice but to come out and get her. I pulled my wallet out of pocket and started walking towards the door. She said "Thank You", I remember that vividly, cause I said "no no, Thank you", as I clocked her in the face and pulled her in by her hair. I slammed the door behind her. She started to scream so I punched her in the jaw, I must have broke it, cause her scream turned down an octave, and quite a bit in volume. She was half unconscious, I threw her on the stove, she was too dazed to move off the scorching hot burners, but she did give a bit of effort.  I pulled what little cloths off and threw her back on then doused her in liquor.  As the liquor splashed on the burners, it gave off a little fire splash. She was cooking pretty good, I grabbed her by the hair again, and dragged her into the bathroom. I threw her up onto the same wall that I threw the bottles, she slammed down into a bathtub full of broken bottles. The tub was plugged, so all I had to do was turn on the hot water and watch her suffer. She was still uttering cries, but not loud enough for me to worry about anymore. She was trying to get out of the hot water. arms shot out strait, she looked like she was frozen in ice , she must have been having a seizure..  I grabbed the one arm, I twisted it backwards so the elbow was facing up. I held her hand, then stomped on her elbow and snapped it backwards. She didn't even notice she was so fuckin dumb. Anyway, what fun is torture if they can't feel it. So it was time to change things up.  I dragged her out of the tub by her hair again.  I remember her hair was ripping out in chunks... Chunks of skin too, there was so much glass all over her. I dragged her to the basement. Then I picked her up in a fireman carry, and I taped one of her feet/ankles to the top corner of the weight bench.  After I had her in securely ( 5 minutes of carefully taping, I reached her other leg to the other top corner of the cube bench and I taped it there as well.  So now I had her hanging upside-down, naked and bloody.

I took the baseball bat and I swung at her rib cage, I'm guessing I broke about 4 or 5 ribs on that shot.

I then spoke to her and said that she is the product of our legal system, and this is pure 100% hate that she's getting.  I also let her know that we we're not  even close to done.  I took another swing at the other side of her rib cage. Now she was motionless. She was awake but couldn't do anything, if she moved, it hurt, if she talked, it hurt,  it even hurt to be in pain.

I grabbed the hamsters and started shoving them down her cunt. I used the bood as my lubricant.  I got one in and it tried to come out, so I grabbed the tennis racked, and used the handle to pack it in.  I followed it up by 2 more.  She had 3 live hamsters in there.  I next grabbed the sewing kit and stitched her up. It took about 20 minutes, but I think I actually did quite well.

Next I took the baseball bat and took a crack at both of her kneecaps. After the second knee, the foot came out of the tape, and she had swung over to the other side and her face drug across the floor.

I was still pissed, I soccor ball kicker her head into the bottom of the bench. I called her a fuckin whore and told her to get a real fuckin job. I was still pissed.  I grabbed one of the knives, it was a butcher knife. I decided to make her limbs go away.    I started whacking away at her right arm,  right close to the bicep, I got into the bone right away, like cutting butter, but the bone was too tuff, I whacked again and again, probably about 20 times, but I couldn't get through, so I looked around and found a steal saw,  this was to seal the deal, I just saw'd away til it went through,  I went and did her other arm, but I cut this one off at the elbow, it's easier to cut through the cartiligde, next, I went and cut her legs off right close to her ass. It took about an hour, but sure enough she was a stump.

I knew she wasn't dead, she went unconscious sometime during my frenzy, but her body was shaking.

HAHA, Oh it forgot, One of the hamsters had actually escaped, it must have eaten it's way though the stitches,  O well, survival of the fittest I guess. I let it live.  I grabbed her by her hair again,  much lighter this time.  I carried her back upstairs and to the bathtub and I threw her back in. The water had turned cold, so I needed to drain it. After the water was out, I grabbed her by her hair and I scrubbd her up and down the glass again. When I was done  I picked her up, brought her to the kitchen and put her back on the stove face down. While she was burning, I cleaned off her back with a cloth, it took about 3 cloths just to clean it up .  I turned the burners off, I think this is when she finaly died. Anyway, I carved a message into her her back saying "Whore".

I'm stil pissed off at those fuckin pigs, in fact, I think I'm gonna go out again tonight, I can't deal with this shit !!!

You'll probably get another confession soon !!

FUCK !!

I was watching a movie the other night and I saw this guy being tortured, he was put in this contraption where he was stuck standing up, but bent over a piece of wood, then had another piece of wood that closed down over his hands and head., now the nasty part was that people would throw stones at this guy, and he couldn't even protect himself, Wellllll,  I was feeling creative last week, so I built a little contraption quite similar.

My contraption was built so that you could use it while the person was sitting down in a chair. Basically, the contraption was built about 3 feet off the ground and was meant to close around your ankles.    So if you picture this, you'd see someone sitting down with their legs strait out, but locked in place. VERY portable. All you would need is a chair and you were good to use it.

I went on a little stroll one morning, I was walking along and I saw a lady kissing her husband good bye. He was in a suit, and obviously going to work. Well, Why not? I thought to myself. I kept walking, and when I got home I got into my car. I had the contraption in my trunk. I drove up to her house then parked in the ally, I didn't want her neighbors seeing a strange car parked in front of her house.

I walked right in the back door, I was walking pretty fast, I didn't want her to have a chance to make a scene in the middle of the burbs. Anyway, I walked in the back door and up a few steps into the kitchen, then quickly walked into the hall …. My heart was racing, I was cruising like I owned the joint, I heard her in the shower,   Ahhh   , I calmed right down, my heart went back to normal,  I went back in the kitchen and make myself a bowl of Fruit Loops mixed with Corn Pops,  Fuck I love those 2 cereals, but I never owned them at the same time, so I never mixed em before .. Wasn't sure when I'd have a chance to eat either one again.  Then I thought to myself … Fruit Loops?  Corn Pop's ?  = KIDS !!, shit, I didn't check for kids. I got up and walked around, I found the kids room. By the stuff I saw in the kids room, looked like he was in grade school… Safe …, back to my fruit pops.

I heard the shower turn off, so I rinsed my bowl, and put it in the dishwasher. I heard the bathroom door open, at top speed I walked out of the kitchen and towards the bathroom, I turned into the bathroom and saw her,  before her face could even look scared I threw a punch into her mouth and shoved her into the tub sooooooo hard that she broke a few tiles. I think I knocked out about 3 or 4 teeth as well.

She was out cold. Her towel fell off.  Pretty sexy ….   Anyway, I dragged her by one of her legs out of the bathroom and through the kitchen, we were followed by a smear of her blood.  I kept dragging her through the kitchen then down the stairs by the backdoor, and all the way into the basement.  Her head knocked on every single step I think. 

I left her in the corner and went out to the car. I grabbed the handy duct tape first, I came back and taped up her mouth and head, there was so much blood on her face that I needed to wrap it like 15 times around her head in order to keep a solid grip. Then I taped her arms to her body and taped her around the chair. Now it was time to go and test my contraption.

I went out and grabbed it. All I needed was a chair. I grabbed my breakfast chair and brought it down as well. I sat her in the chair, pushed the gadget up to her, pulled her feet strait out, and locked everything into place.  . She was still kinda passed out, so I grabbed some giant clippers off her basement table, and cut off one of her toes. This woke her up. The tape job on her head kind of looked like a full hooded mask with 1 eye showing, her 1 eye was moving around pretty fast.  Yeah, she wasn't happy. Anyway, it was time for me to cook up her little feet.  I opened up my duffle bag that I brought in as well. I pulled out my bamboo stick, wrapped the tip with a gas soaked towel, and lit it on fire.   While she sat there I held the torch under her feet. I could hear her trying to scream, but she wasn't loud enough to get on my nerves. So calmly I continued.  I was burning her right foot for about 2 minutes, her foot started to melt. I even saw some bone.  I put down the torch, and smothered it so it would go out.  I put on a gardening glove and picked at the foot,  I stared to pull of skin chucks, it was like pulling a burnt campfire marshmallow off the stick. I wanted to see if I cold distract her pain, so I clipped off all the toes from the other foot.  I really liked the contraption, it held everything in place nicely, made my life easier. She was passed out with pain.  Some people last longer then others. I do find that after they wake up a few times, they stay awake. More of a ½ comatose type state where you can do anything to them.  This is when the fun pretty much ends, because they don't give a shit. Well, I wanted to wake her up again, I picked and picked more at her foot till it was pretty much just burnt muscle and skeleton, she stil wasn't awake. Once there was no more to pick at, I started on foot #2,  this was the toeless foot.  I didn't wanna sit there and wait this time, so I just doused her foot in gas and lit It up, she was starting to daze in and out of consciousness, so I walked up to her and smacked her in the head,  this time lightly,  just hard enough to wake her up and keep her awake.

I heard a door slam upstairs, and I heard "MOM?"   "MOM?"   the kid started yelling, he saw the blood,  Fuck, I ran upstairs as fast as I could, grabbed him by the top of his head and dragged him downstairs. And told him that if he made another sound I'd kill him. Sure enough he screamed  "HELP!", so I killed him. I wrapped his face with duct tape so he could see nothing, hear nothing, and say nothing. I kicked him into the ground and poured the gas on him and lit him in fire right in front of his mom. She seemed to get a second wind from this. She was freaking out. So I sat back and let her watch. About 2 minutes later her boy stopped moving. A little twitch every now and then, but he was done.. well-done  haha.

She looked at my with that one eye, and I felt her anger, for fun I just took my finger and poked her in the eye. I told her to stop looking at me. I unlocked the contraption so she could go see her boy.  As soon as I opened it, she tried to stand up, but she didn't realize how bad her feet where, she partially stood up when her skeleton foot shattered, and her burnt foot just flopped,  she fell over hard and knocked her head on the metal base to my contraption. I think that's when she died.  I left her like that and went home. I left the contraption there for a souvenir.

I found out there names a few days later on the news
Sandra and Tucker Peterson..

 Another cold brisk drive down the highway, I wanted to drive out to a small town where I could find a pub with a hotel attached. I just wanted to sleep without wondering who's gonna come crashing down my door. I drove for about an hour and I saw this roadside hotel/pub.  It wasn't even in a town, it was just in the middle of no where.  The pub was called "The Horsemans Ranch", where the fuck do people  come up with these names anyway. So, I parked my stolen car out front and walked in. There was about 5 people in the bar other then then the staff. 1 female waitress, and 1 old man bartender. He must have been the owner. I don't smoke, but I felt like a cigar, I asked my waitress to bring me the best in the house. She came back with a Swisher Sweet cigar,  cost me a whole buck 25.  O well, I ordered a rusty nail, and sparked up my cigar.  Fuckin Swisher Sweet. Oh well, it was Vanilla flavoured, must have been my lucky day. The waitress came over, and I asked to buy her a shooter, she accepted.  I told her to bring us whatever she wanted. She came back with a shooter called "Apple Pie" what the fuck kinda girly shooter is this?  ( it was pretty good ), but c'mon, So I told her that I got to choose next.   I oredered us a couple tequila's. I love my tequila, bt it has to be Gold.   It ended up being as warm as piss, so I asked her to put the bottle in the freezer. I asked her her name, it was Kathy, she was kinda cute, probably about 20, but guess is that she was inbred, why else would she be working this joint. It was just passing midnight, I was getting tired. I was about to ask for a room, when all the sidden, in came this girl, she went up and sat at the bar. She ordered a guiness beer. I remember cause that's an odd drink for a girl to order. The bartender actually poured it right, and even waffled it.  He poured the pint in 3 pours, each time letting the head thicken up a bit, after the third pour it was just barely floating over the top of the pint glass. 1 more minute of settling, then he took a straw. With the straw he lined it up over the top of the glass and pressed down on the thick head, which gave it a line in the head,  he did this 3 times, then turned the glass and did it 3 more times, leaving an impression of a waffle on top.WOW for a shithole dump this guy knew how to pour a guiness. I was impressed. That just so happened to make my mouth water so I went over and joined her and asked for a guiness as well. The girl asked if she  could make the impression on thebeer head. Sure enough I said yes, and 5 minutes later my beer came, she leaned over my beer, grabbed a pack of matches, pulled out a match, and drew a heart on the head. She said if I finished my beer, and the heart was still there, she'd buy me the next round.  Sure enough , I finished my beer and the heart remained. She stayed true to her word and bought the next round.

We started to talk, I found out her name was Jennifer, this girl was pretty cute, a little too cute for a butt fuck nowhere bar. I asked her where she was from, she said Canada,  nova scotia to be exact, she was traveling to be with her boyfriend that she met on the net. He was working the rigs,  hense why she was so far out of her way.  She told me that they have been fighting and she just needed t get away.

What happened next ?   I saw a vision in my head, it kinda looked like this



I was fully turned on., I asked where she sleeping that night, she said she was thinking about getting a room, I told her that I was thinking the same thing, but then I said that I found a cheaper, and much nice place about 20 minutes away. I aksed her if she wanted a ride, or if she wanted to follow me, and join me. She told me that she would rather drive herself, I said "No Prob., let's have a couple more drinks and then go".

It was 2:00, we were drunk, and we got asked to leave the bar cause it was closing. I got in my car and asked her to follow me.  about 15 minutes up the road I saw a beat up old abandoned house, I pulled over,  she pulled up behind me. I told her that I had to take a piss, and that I'd be right back.

I walked into the darkness.

I found an old beat up shovel near the house, I grabbed it and walked back to her car,  I snuck up from  behind, she was smoking,  her window was roled down, she had no clue I was there,  I reached in the window, pulled her out by her hair, as soon as she hit the ground, I smashed her head , and face repeatidly with the shovel. She tried to crawl away,  hit her on the back of the head, she fell flat and lied there unconcious, so I took a couple pictures.

This is where the fun began. I picked her up and threw her into her car, we drove up to the abandoned house.. There was a white shed out back.  I drove up to it, and kept the headlights shining on it.  I pulled her out again. I had her in a firemans carry, and I flipped her off my shoulder and flipped her right into the wall, all of her blood splattered . She started to wake up after that, She seemed to be in a daze, so I just watched her squirm,  The bitch was saving her energy, she ran at me full force, I had to punch her in the face to calm her down, I landed it good, then I threw her against the wall again,  I was mad,  about 3 more times I picked her up and threw her into that wall.  Fuck I was tired. She was unconcious again.  I pulled my gun out of the back of my pants. I took one shot into her leg just cause I was so pissed. Then I emptied the bullets out. When she came to I told her I'd give her a gun to take her own life and end her misery.  I handed it to her, and told her to get it over with. 

She grabbed the gun, had the balls to turn it on me and try to shoot me.  not with 1 second to waste.  She was mad, click, click, click "fuck you , fuck you, fuck you, click, click, click   haha  she kept trying,  I took a picture of her, and told her she looked like a fuckin mess. I wasn't lying



This chick was no fun anymore, I went back, got my shovel and craked the gun out of her hands. I think I shattered one of her hands in the process, it seemed to just go limp. Her fight was gone.  So again, I wacked her in the head, she fell over. This was the first time she showed a sad emtion, she started to whimper. Reminded of one of the puppies I killed when I was a kid.

Anyway this turned into a slug fest, I must have slammed that shovel up and down her body about 30 times before she died. She was a fighter. She may have whimpered in the end, but she will be remembered as a girl that could drink a true Guiness.  Anyway, yeah she was dead, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she was lifeless. I dragged her out into the barn barn beside the house, and left her in one of the stalls, someday someone will find her, and I'll be long gone

I was out drinking at a university pub. This is when I met Natasha.  Natasha had come up to me and asked me what courses I was taking. I told her I was majoring in Anatomy, but then I told her I was only at the pub because I wanted to not think about classes. She understood, she sat down and offered to buy me a drink. So, of course, I accepted. I asked for my favorite drink, a good ol Rusty Nail. We sat and chatted. She was a beautiful brunette and she was on the swim team. Yeah, I have a thing for brunettes with long hair. We talked about when we were kids, and what kind of games we liked, talked about our first kiss, our first time having sex, our first time running away from home. We had a lot in common. Turns out that she's from out of town and is staying on campus at a dorm. She had 2 roommates, but both we're out of town for the long weekend. After a couple drinks, we decided it would be  more fun to drink at her dorm. She had some wine, and some Jagermeister In her fridge. We were feeling a little crazy, so we made a jager bomb with her Wine. We'll it wasn't terribly bad, but it wasn't good enough to do a second.  We put on some music and then sat in her living room. I asked how loud we could turn the music up without having the neighbors complain. She sat up and turned her stereo loud enough that I couldn't hear her talk, she jumped on my lap and yelled in my ear, "this is the party dorm, and we can be as loud as we want".  She got up and turned down the music and asked me if I minded if she cleaned up a bit.  I told her I was in no hurry.  She topped my glass of wine and strutted off to take a shower. While she was gone I went through her stuff. I saw pics of her room-mates, Man, why didn't I ever go to college, these girls knew how to party. Some pics had cloths on, some pics had cloths off,  most of them involved some kind of partying.   I went routing through her drawers, and found where she kept her sharp knives, I found where she kept her rope, and SCORE, I found a bottle of methyl-2-cyanoacrylate also known as "Crazy Glue"...:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />

I put the Crazy Glue in my pocket then proceeded to the living room and sat patiently awaiting the ruturn of my Natasha.

Nastaha came out in some sexy lingerie. She had a smile like an angel. I asked her to close her eyes. She closed her eyes. She was very trusting.. Or drunk? I'm not sure, I stood up, and took her by the hand, then sat her down. I knew she was peeking, but I played along.  I sat her down and then just like Jekyll and Hyde, I yelled at the top of my lungs  "No Peeking", I thrusted a punch to her face, I hit her on the cheekbone and gashed her right open, she was near unconscious. I grabbed the Crazy Glue from my pocket and applied it to her lips and eye's. Within seconds she was rendered useless. The blow to head was enough to knock the lingerie straps off her shoulders, the rest of her teddy just came tumbling down. While she sat there naked regaining consciousness, I finished my drink.

There are so many places that you stab a person where it won't puncture anything vital.  I've pretty much mastered this in my years of slicing. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a nice big knife from her knife holder. I came back, and turned up the stereo again .I put the tip of the knife  above her right eye,  I slowly cut down the side of her face. I only needed to apply a bit of pressure, as this knife was pretty fuckin sharp, I lightened up on my grip, and slowly curved around to her cheek bone.  During all of this, she looked like she was dreaming,  her eyes glued closed with the whole rapid eye movement thing going on. She must have been screaming up a storm inside, but with no mouth to use, and music so loud, I couldn't really tell. I kept teasing her with the knife. I got down to her shoulder then stopped. I waited a couple seconds, then I started twisting the knife in a little deeper, her eyes we're going crazy, I could start to hear a bit of a muffled scream, right then, I jammed that knife into her shoulder, just above the right breast., the blood started to pour.

I went to the bathroom and started to fill the tub with scolding hot water. She was in dorm with a shared water tank, there was more than enough hot water to fill this puppy.  Anyway I turned off the taps and went back to get her. She was on the floor, lying in a pool of her own blood. I grabbed her by the hair and started to drag her to the bathroom. As we got into the bathroom, I looked in the mirror, I remember not liking what I saw.  I got a little angry, I stood Natasha up, I grabbed her by the back of her head, and smashed her face into the mirror, the mirror broke, and shards of glass were embedded into her face. She fell to the ground from slipping on her blood. I stood back and just watched her lying in the pool of blood. Eyes glued shut, she reminded me of Bambi, you know that scene where Bambi is on ice, and can't stand up?, anyway this was more emotional.  Eyes glued shut, mouth glued shut, down on all 4's trying to balance herself while every movement she makes she ends up cutting herself worse on the broken glass,  She was still bleeding quite a bit. The loss of blood eventually made her too weak, she stopped trying to get up. I'm still not sure why she was trying to get up?  Where was she going to go?.  I actually would have liked to see her successfully get up, just so she could have asked herself "now what?".  I lifted her again by her hair. Once I had a grip, I picked her up, kinda like a fireman carry.This chick was covered in blood, and now had me covered in blood. I had a bit of a breakdown right then. I saw all the blood and I lost it, I threw her against the bathtub wall so fucking hard, her blood splattered EVERYWHERE, she fell into the scorching water. She used every last bit of energy to try and get out. Water flying everywhere, but I kept pushing her back in. FUCK, that water was hot. I gave myself a couple minor burns. Finally she stopped squirming. She was breathing too hard and too fast for those little nostrils,  she ended up going  into convulsions. I just sat back and watched, it was pretty cool. Kinda like she was getting the shit kicked out of her by a ghost. She stopped convulsing , and she just laid there so peaceful.  It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I took a picture and put it in my scrapbook.

Who: Sandra Gandor

What: Slow Death

When: July 15/2005

Where: in her home

How:

I started shoving my first spoon in her eye, just under the eye ball, it sucked in there pretty nice, I could hear her screaming though the duct tape (Yes the ever loved Duct Tape), I took the second spoon and shoved it under her second eye, you could hear her also crying though the duct tape, I stood back and looked at her and she stood against her basement wall with her hands hammer and nailed to the 2x4 wall studs.

Here she was , blood dripping down her face with 2 spoons sticking out of her head,  her eye's were in a upward stare, I noticed a baseball bag in the basement,  I looked into and grabbed about 4 balls. I went back placed them on the table. She was a single woman, lived on her own. No kids, no Man, no one to interrupt a night full of torture I had to cut her top off as there was no way I could get her cloths off over those nailed hands.  Off came the top, next, off came the bottoms, she stood there naked, crying, screaming, wondering when it was going to be over.

Not anytime soon…

Her legs started collapsing a bit , probably cause she was weakening with pain,  the nails started to rip down her hands,  but not enough to fall out, I had large 8 inch nails and they were hammed in and  bent upwards

I sat down with a baseball in hand, and just stared at her, I stood up and threw one at her face as fast and hard as I could, hoping to hit a spoon and pop one of those suckers out.  Nope, missed the eye, but cracked her a good one in the nose….ahh it was all good, her head did a bit of a whiplash, and the blood started to pour. 

With her hands slowly ripping away, I decided next to make it a little more difficult, I took a hammer from the shelf, and smashed the top of one of her feet. She then favored one foot more then the next, and found it hard not to tear those little hands. She held up though, she never did lose her stance, until …   yeah, I took another baseball, and threw it at her head, this time it hit the left spoon, it jammed the spoon more into her head, but didn't pop the eye out like I had hoped, at this point she passed out and the only thing holding her up was the nails in her hands, they held up really good. Anyway, the eye was just kinda jammed there now, I think it was facing backwards, cause all I could see was a bloody gob., I reached up to her head and pulled the spoon out, when it was almost out, I gave it a little twist, to try and cup the eye out,, the eye actually nicely fell from her face and hung there. I took a bit of a break, and went upstairs and found she had a liquor cabinet.  I made myself a drink, A Rusty Nail.  Love that drink. I was almost done my drink, and I heard some rustling, and whining from her, so I went back downstairs to play some more. I was happy to see her awake.  She was really pretty and had a nice body. Looking at her covered in blood really turned me on, I wish I had tried for some romance time before this all took place.  O well, you win some, you lose some.  I ripped the tape off of her mouth, cause I wanted to see how responding she was, or if I was just playing with a vegetable. I ripped the tape off and smacked the side of her head and said "Wake UP", she bobbed her head a bit, and said,  just kill me, please,  just kill me.  Ha-ha I thought that was funny, she was giving up so easy?  I decided to make it fun, I stood back with the baseball bag, and grabbed the bat. The bat was leaning up against her freezer.  Anyway, I decided to hit some balls at her for awhile.  I threw the first ball up and "SMACK" great hit, I got her right in the mouth, I must have busted out about half a dozen teeth,  "YES" I yelled. What a great fuckin hit that was" I was pretty impressed, I took the bat over and clobbered the top of her other foot, she was now pretty much just holding herself up by her nailed hands. well I had  a new target. The top of her head was pretty much staring me right in the faceJ. I took a couple more swings at the bat. My game was off, I missed her both times. If my memory serves correct, I think one of the balls bounced off a wall and hit her, but not hard enough to do any damage. Frustrated I walked over and pulled out the eye that was just hanging there. I shoved it in her mouth, and duct taped her up again. This was starting to get old now, so I grabbed her by her scalp and pulled on her till her hands ripped of the nails, she fell to ground like a bag of bricks, "SLAM" right into her face. The other spoon jammed into her head. She was done.   I grabbed the bat and decided to punish the back of her head till there wasn't any skull left.  I still own those spoons, I kept em as a souvenir.

Why: Cause I couldn't sleep.

(This story contains sexually explicit material)

I have never been a rapist, although some of my confessions do include sex. I feel the need to re-iterate the fact that all sex has been consensual.

I knew this girl Penny, I met her on the internet. We were friends for about a couple months, in that time I found out that previously she had been a prostitute. I asked her one night if she'd meet me at a hotel sometime and I would pay her for her time. She told me that she had fantasized about this moment and couldn't wait.

See… me and Penny had some pretty crazy sex talk over the past few weeks, and the anticipation was just building and building.

We met a few nights later at this run down motel in an area that is pretty low class, I came with as much money as I could stuff into my wallet ( I knew I was getting it back ).

She ordered the room, and I paid her back for it,  40.00$ is all it was, from there, I told her I had some fantasy's to indulge in, and all she needed to do was tell me the cost, and I'd flip her the money.

I started off by asking what the standard sex rate is,  she told me 200 bucks an hour,  but for me!, 200 buck for the night.

I gave her the money,  I undressed her, and she undressed me, she got my pants off and started sucking me off,  I'm o.k. with this I thought… I proceeded to maneuver her over to the bed and positioned ourselves in a 69, she was going ape shit on me, I couldn't hardly focus on her….  Then I looked up and saw that ass right in my face, yeah , I was hungry for it, I started tonguing her ass like I was trying to win an award for it, what a tight ass, I knew she had never been F**ked there before. This must have gone on for about 10 minutes, Ohhh I had enough, I was about to explode, but I wasn't wanting that to happen yet.  I just laid there for a second, she asked if I had any fetishes,,  I had to think about that one,  I asked her for suggestions,  she said that some people are into weird shit, she said this one customer like to piss on her.. PISS ON HER?  What the fuck is with that? so I asked. How much to piss on ya?  She said 100$,  haha   SOLD.  I flipped her a hundred bucks, but I couldn't piss, I was still too hard. So here I am with a girl waiting to get pissed on, but I'm too hard to piss. So...  we put on the t.v. and had a drink,  finally, I softened up enough to do it, we started to get into position, but SHIT, I got hard again, so I said "keep the hundred bucks" I'll piss on ya later when I'm done with ya. She Accepted. So we started at it again, anyway, this went on all night it was a marathon. At the end of it all I stood up over top of her, put my hands on my hips. I looked like a Captain. I call it the James Kirk ! I looked to the side with a serious look on my face and pissed on her.  What a finale. I told her I'd get a towel.  I went to my bag and grabbed a hammer. I walked back with my hammer wrapped in the towel, I stood over top of her again, and instead of handing her the towel, I pulled out the hammer, and whacked her on the side of her head. The ball cracker her skull right open like an egg shell and sunk deep into her head.  I had to stick my foot on her forehead to pull it out. She was completely unconscious, I think it was a quick death,  I wanted to even things out though, so I rammed it into the other side of her head.  I didn't need the hammer back. I left it on her head. I went to her purse and took my money back, she had more money in there as well, but I didn't want it.  I just took what was mine and left.

Georgia Home Boy

Who said a science degree never killed anyone?

135 grams (120 ml)of gamma butyrolactone
 63 grams of Sodium Hydroxide or
91 grams of Potassium Hydroxide
Papers to test pH
(read below for baking instructions)

Georgia Home Boy , commonly known as GHB.

So I went to this club one night, you have to understand that during the beginning of my killing spree  I went a little crazy. I call it my honeymoon phase, I loved it all, it wasn't till later that everything  I did it was like a borderline orgasm, I needed to push the button a little further to climax. Eventually I became numb to it all, but in all that time I sure did do some damage

Anyway, back to the club. I was there to watch a band play. I believe the band performing was AudioErotica, great bunch of guys. Anyway I was sitting in the back of the bar and I noticed these 3 girls walk in, 2 blondes and 1 drop dead gorgeous brunette, she had an exotic look to her, probably about 5'5" skinny like a toothpick, mini skirt, strait jet black hair, and heavy on the eye make-up.  I watched these girls for about ½ an hour and watched for what they were drinking. The brunette was drinking Apple Martini's. This was going to be easy.

 FGC had his GHB and was ready to strike. This girl was careful, she never left her drink unattended. Good Girl.  But really… what good is that, If someone wants to trip your drink there are ways around that.

I watched her carefully finish her last sip. The waitress came around and took their order again. Once the waitress went to the bar to order the drinks it was my turn to pounce.  I followed the waitress up to the bar and started chatting her up, she was a nice girl, I forget her name, but I do remember she was a college student. Anyway the bartender made her drinks and stacked them on the bar, The waitress grabbed the drinks and then continued to set them on top of her tray. I asked her to do a shooter with me, I picked a name of a shooter that didn't exist, she then tried to look it up n the waitress station computer, and obviously couldn't find it, This gave me enough time to drop the GHB into the drink. O well, we settled for a Tequila.  No lime though, definitely no salt, that shits for pussy's.

Again, I sat back and watched the band play, it was a great time killer.  15 minutes later, I looked over and this brunette was about done her drink. She started to look a little wobbly. I had to make sure to get to her before someone else did , so  I walked up behind her with an apple martini in hand and used the worst pick up line ever. " Will you do me for blow?". She laughed, turns out the drugs had just started to work their way into her blood stream, yes,  this was going to be way too easy. I brought her up to the bar for a shooter. At the bar and asked for 1 tequila, 2 staws,  and 2 bottlecaps.  Anyway the bartender brought back these weird red drop shooters? Haha  They were shooters CALLED bottlecaps,  O' well we drank them anyway. Then I asked him again for some actual physical bottle caps from off the top of beer bottles.  Ahhhhh  yeah, miscommunication, we ended up getting the bottle cap shooters for free.  That was cool.

Anyway , we took the drinks and walked away back to my table.

I laid out the 2 bottlecaps and poured then full of tequila, I handed her a straw and asked " are you ready?" she looked at me like I was crazy. ( she wasn't too far off ). I put the straw up my nose and said, let's do this. She took the challenge. She actually beat me to it. She was ready to party. The GHB was kickin in full. I said to her" I think you need to dance. She was a mess, anyway the dance floor was packed, people we're jumping/moshing, I pulled her through the dance floor so her friends couldn't see her, but I kept going right off the dance floor and we slipped out the door, she was a little confused on why we were outside, she didn't even see it happen, her head was racing WAY to fast. She said to me at one point. "Where are we going?" at this point I had her out to the back of the parking lot and used some chloroform on a cloth to cover her mouth, she was out !!

I had stolen a truck earlier that night, so I put her in the back seat, and we drove off.

I took her to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. I did the most damage to this girl while she was unconscious, like I said before, I was still in the beginning phase of my killing, and didn't wanna be distracted by her crying and yelling out in pain.

I duct taped her to a chair then I took a knife out of a little handbag that I brought and started to shave all her fingers like sharpening a pencil. It actually worked different then I thought it would, after about 2 fingers, I realized that I can just cut around the finger to the bone and pull the skin off like socks. Wow that was neat So I starting thinking to myself, what else would work like that?, and I remember in a movie once I saw someone do a scalp transplant, so sure enough, yeah …  I started at one ear, cut up around the forehead, and proceeded along the hairline until I got to the other ear. I started to tear away, but it was stuck.  Not as easy as I thought. Anyway I cut again, this time around the back of the hairline to complete the circle. Now she had a full section cut around her head.  I grabbed her by the back of the head, and did a "1,2,3 PULL" WHOA !!!  it came right off.  I don't know why this fascinated me so much, but I couldn't stop. Next I cut off the skin of her toes.  All this and I don't think she even lost more than 1 pint of blood.   Now it turned into a game, "where can I pull skin from and not lose huge amounts of blood?". I then tried to remove the skin from the hands, Shit, I hit a Vein, I covered it up with a towel, and decided to leave the Hands alone, I decided to pull more back from off the face I slit from ear to ear, but this time I went under her chin. I pulled back her face, the eyes came off nicely, but somewhere by the nose it started to stick,  right then her eye's shot open,  HOLY FUCK that scared the shit out of me, I kinda forgot she was still alive, I kinda snapped back into a alternate reality.. what the fuck was I doing?  I couldn't even remember at that moment what the fuck was going on.  She didn't scream,  she was more like ..  Hyperventilating, wow she wasn't so pretty anymore. I couldn't even recognize her as the same girl anymore, I pushed her face back on to try and get a good look at her, but the skin had already started to die, so it didn't work, her forehead just flopped down to cover her nose and top of mouth.  I had to sit down, I remember being so anxious that I had to take a break.  I don't know if I was scared or excited. Anyway I got up and ripped her face off.  I actually RIPPED her face off, who'd of ever thought.   I heard her chanting something like "Oh my god Oh my god what the fuck Oh my god Oh my god" it was kind of a whisper. Well I saw a heavy duty staple gun in the warehouse, so I plugged it in and put her face back on backwards. I covered her face with the scalp  "POW POW POW" and I stapled it to her forehead and ' I think' the cheek bones? I wasn't sure.   Then I grabbed the face off the floor, dusted it off a bit, and stapled it to the back of her head, I took a picture of this, It was later confiscated, but I'm sure one day it will surface. But if you ever see it, trust me, she was a lot prettier when I first picker her up.  When I left I jabbed my knife in the back of her neck so she wouldn't suffer.  I left the truck there and just walked for about a day after that. I never even knew her name.

Georgia Home Boy

1. Place the content of the gamma butyrolactone bottle in a stainless steel or pyrex glass saucepan. Do not use aluminum cookware to make GHB.
2. Place the content of the NaOH or KOH bottle in the same saucepan.
3. Put SLOWLY around a half cup of warm distilled water in it. Put a cover (fast! the reaction may be immediate) on it but not tight.
4. Wait a little it will start reacting on itself. If it doesn't (after 2-3 minutes), heat it a LITTLE (once it reacts remove it from the stove).
4.5 If there is some NaOH not dissolved, stir it up till it is.
5. (This step is optional, some like it like that and others prefer to heat the solution a little.) After it's finished. Start heating it slowly. You will see it starting boiling. Don't overheat! It can burn. Do it for one hour. Don't forget to add water if you make it boil for a long time.
5.5. Between step 4 and 6 you might see a white compound on the side of the saucepan (it doesn't happen everytime). Don't throw it away, it's GHB. When you will add water, it will dissolve.
6. When you are finished, put it in a measuring cup (Pyrex) and fill it with water (when I'm in a hurry to taste it I use ice) to 1000ml (a little more than 4 cups). That way you'll have around 1 grams per teaspoon.
7. Measure the PH. If it's higher than 7.5 add vinegar to lower it to below 7.5 It can take 50 - 75 ml of vinegar.
9. To store it I use a mason glass jar with a plastic cover. I draw the poison logo on it (very important! you don't want a kid to take a full glass of GHB). I place it in the fridge, the taste is better when it's cold.

People often ask me !

How do you pick who's gonna die?

My Answer is another question!

How do people get caught?

Basically, once you follow a pattern, people start to catch on.

You hear on the radio, someone murdered leaving a bar, simple, people act more careful. 

Do it different EVERY TIME. BUT,  still keep it common so that people listening still say that they should have been more careful. Being killed for being stupid.

How about a hitchhiker.

I'll tell you about the 2 hitchhikers Dave and Jenna.

Dave and Jenna were eloping. They were a couple smelly, earthy, hippy folk. She had hair on her legs, and in her armpits. And he was just the unfortunate asshole that got stuck with her.

I was cruising the highway, and along the side, there they were with a sign that said Wisconsin". I pulled over and told them to jump in. MAN, these 2 stank, I don't think they've showered in days. How disrespectful to get into someone's car with such a foul odor.

After about 10 minute's of putting up the smell, I couldn't handle it anymore.  I pulled into an abandoned farmhouse.  I told them that I had to take a piss.

There was a barn, the door was wide open and swinging in the wind. I went in and looked around. I found an old beat up chair. I brought it back out and left it in the open doorway.

When I came back outside the hippy chick was looking up, and dancing in circles, arms flailing. I had enough, I pulled out my gun, and shot her in the knee cap. She fell to the ground.  Her boyfriend, the chicken shit, panicked and locked all the doors in the car. Haha.

I walked over to her. She looked confused, and was mumbling "oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god",  I looked down at her and shot her other knee cap.  I dragged her over to the chair, I actually touched that fuckin gross dreadlock rat nest. When I got her there, I picked her up and sat her in the chair.  I went back to my car and noticed that her boyfriend was still in the back, trying to hide? What an idiot. Darwin was a genius.

I grabbed some duct tape and rope out of the trunk. I duct taped her mouth shut. I was about to rope her to the chair, but then I realized... 2 busted out knee caps? Where's she gonna go. That was kind of convenient, I liked that. That ended up being one of my favorite things to do after that, it saved on rope.

I went to the car and calmly said "Dave , come out the car please". He shuttered, but still tried to hide, he acted like he couldn't hear me. "Dave" I said, I got a fuckin gun, GET OUT OF THE CAR", he didn't move. I guess he was pretty scared. I picked up one the big boulders from the ground, and tossed it into the window, I didn't want to waste a bullet. I opened the car door, and pulled him out by the ankles. There was no fight in this pussy. I dragged him to his girlfriend (fiancée) and left him there. She looked at him with tears in her eyes. I pointed my gun at him and told him to lie still.  I went and grabbed another boulder from the ground, he wasn't even looking at me, he was stuck in stare with his girl. I put the boulder over my head and before he even knew it, I was dropping it onto his face.  He didn't even know it was coming. It bounced off his head like a rubber ball.  It was one of those perfect hits that you could only imagine when I looked at his face after, he nose was crushed right off, or in?, he lost most of his teeth, and he was even bleeding out the ears. He was still conscious but gurgling. Blood bubbles we're popping out of where his nose should have been. I couldn't tell the difference between his chin and his mouth, so wasn't sure if there was even a jaw left.

Jenna tried to get up, but collapsed beside him, she looked at him like she wanted to kiss him, but she couldn't tell where the mouth was either, she just cuddled her head into the bloody mess, and mumbled even louder.  I picked her up then ended up using my rope to tie her to the chair. She closed her eyes, so … well, I cut one of her eye lids off.

I was careful, I made sure I didn't hurt the actual eye ball.

I picked up the boulder again, and slammed it on his face again. The boulder was about the size of a basket ball, and it was heavy. I remember hurting my shoulder. That made me a bit angry, so I put even more anger into it.  "SLAM" this time, the boulder didn't bounce, it just sat there on his face, the ground underneath him started to indent. After about 5 more slams of the boulder, I thought his head was flat, but nope, he has about 3 inches into the ground.

The bastard must have been high, he was still alive. his head was moving side to side like a twitch .. Maybe it was just nerves.  One of his eyes was sticking out the side of his crushed head, I couldn't tell if he could still see out of it. It was still attached. Anyway I ended up ripping it off and giving it to his girl ( I taped it to her forhead) . Haha she didn't like that much. She fainted.You ever seen a fainted girl with one eye open?  It's creepy.

I was getting hungry, so I decided to finish this one off.  I wasn't too worried about the guy getting out alive, so I just left him for the wildlife, but her?  She still had no life threatening injuries.

She was passed out, I didn't want to wait for her to wake up. I cut off her top, cut off one of her nipples for a souvenir , then stabbed her in the heart.

This story never even made the news OR the papers. I'm not sure why they wanted to keep it a secret. So this confession is strictly between you, me, and the police.

Consider yourself lucky.

There was this one night that I went out for pie, Key-lime pie. I was sitting in a booth across from these 2 girls. I listened to them talk for what seemed like hours, It's funny what people will say when they think nobody is listening. It's even funnier that people sitting at a restaurant table think that no one around them can hear what they have to say.

In the time that I listened to them I found out their names, Jill and Meghan. I found out where one of them lived, I found out that Jill had a brother named Ed, found out that nobody was expecting either of them home at any specific time that night, found out that they needed to catch a cab at the end of the night, found out they were returning to the S.E., found out there favorite drugs, and drinks. This was more information then I needed, or even wanted, it just strikes me how vulnerable people can make themselves. It must have been about midnight, the girls left to go to a club around the corner.  I paid my tab, got in my car and followed them.  I sat out in the parking lot.  It must have been about 2 hours that I waited before they came stumbling out. I walked up to Jill with a big smile on my face and asked how Ed was, then engaged in a couple minutes of conversation. Jill introduced me to Meghan, and all I needed to do was redirect the attention to Meghan so there was no evidence of my bullshit. As long as I focused my attention on Meghan and kept talking shit I was in the clear.  I told them that it was nice to see them, but I had to leave, I had to get to the S.E. to see my sister.  I asked where they were off too, and sure enough not 2 minutes later, they were getting in my car for a ride.

I started off towards the S.E.  But then took a turn off onto the highway. They were pretty drunk, it took about 5 minutes to realize that they weren't going the right direction.  I stayed calm and just kept telling them that it's a short cut, but they wouldn't stop bickering, I then had to pull out my gun, I pointed it in the back seat and shot Meghan in the head. Jill started to scream, she panicked, opened the door and actually jumped out. What a crazy broad, I was going about 60 miles per hour, she managed to roll into the grass ditch, but she was still pretty banged up.  I pulled the car around and went back for her. She was pretty much hysterical when I recovered her. She was crying a lot, I do remember that pretty vivid. It was pretty annoying.  We stood there in the ditch, and the only light was coming from the headlights of my stolen car. I told her that we were going to play a game.  She panicked, she wouldn't stop screaming. I asked her to take her cloths off. She said no, so I shot her in the foot, and told her again "Take your fucking cloths off".

She cried and cried… slowly she took off her shirt.   This chick had balls, she looked at me and spat in my face, and told me to go to hell?  "GO TO HELL?" I screamed… "WE ARE IN HELL!!", and I shot her in the neck.  She grabbed the side of her neck, I remember all the blood seeping through her fingers. She pissed me off.  "I'm the fucking guy with the gun, I make the rules".  I put my gun down, and finished undressing her myself.

She sat there naked, she was cross legged, holding her neck, and still crying. I grabbed her friend from the car, and tossed her in the ditch beside her.

Time to play a game.

Do you remember my name?   tell me my name , and I will let you live.

"TELL ME MY FUCKIN NAME"

She was so panicked, that I don't even know what she was trying to say !!

"MY NAME, MY NAME, MY FUCKIN NAME" " WHY ARE YOU GETTING INTO CARS WITH PEOPLE AND YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW THEIR FUCKIN NAME !!!

I calmly sat down beside her and said something like "look at yourself, you're sitting here as naked, innocent and helpless as day you came into this world," and me?  I'm gonna be the one to take you out. TELL ME MY NAME !!,  right then I fired off 4 more rounds into her dead friends head, "1 more chance"  I said, as I put the gun to her head.  She lost her edge, I was expecting her to spit at me again, but instead it was the most silent minute of my life. She looked at me with tears in her eyes, almost like she knew that there was nothing that she could do. I want to use the word peaceful.  Everything seemed so peaceful for that moment, maybe I'm confusing it with purity, clarity, we both new where this was going.

In slow motion, I watched a tear drop from in her eye, it slowly ran down her face, it broke on her lip. It reformed again on the corner of her mouth. A stream of more tears slowly followed the same path, and eventually built up one more tear that fell from her mouth. A drop started to form on her chin. It stayed there, almost frozen in time.  Her mouth shuttered, the tear almost fell off, but not yet. I slowly raised the gun to her head. I wanted to see that tear fall, instead I closed my eyes. All I remember after that was driving home.

When I heard the story on the news the next day. I heard that both girls were shot 5 times. All I could think about was if that tear drop ever fell.

Fraser Graham Cullen

Confessions of a Serial killer.
Jessica Lang

This one night, I met this girl, they tell me her name was Jessica Lang. She was a pretty thing, about 25, 26.  Was brunette, blue eyes, and could have been a model, but she had a kid, and was just looking to settle down, so she wasn't interested in a career. We got drunk, I threw on a little charm, and she fell for it. She liked the bad boys… We   ended up going back to a hotel around the corner to have a couple more drinks. We figured it would save time, money, and energy if we had just left the bar, hit a liquor store and went to a hotel to talk. Yeah right…we both knew that there wasn't going to be much talking.. Like I said.  I knew that she liked the bad boys.

After a few drinks, I ripped off her top and lit it on fire. She was so drunk, she didn't give a shit, I think if anything, it actually turned her on more. At this point she was willing to do pretty much anything, and/or have anything done to her. We did eventually have sex, it was mutual, if anything, she was the aggressor.

When we were finished, she told me that she had to go. She said that she had a babysitter at home watching her little one.   It was pretty simple from there, I remember it very well. I had looked at her and said "You ain't goin nowhere", she thought I was kidding.  I was a little pissed that she was so clueless to me, actually I was totally pissed about it. I said again,  "you ain't goin anywhere tonight, do you believe in god?" I said. "She said "What?", so I yelled at her "DO YOU BELIEVE IN GOD", she said yes, so I then said, "Then surly you must believe in the devil". And I held her down taped up her mouth, then tied her up. When I think back, I can still see the makup running down her eyes.  Once she calmed down a bit, I told her that she could talk to her kid one more time before I killed her. I told her that she could have 5 seconds to say whatever it is that she wanted to say. I let her dial the phone, I took my knife and cut an opening in the tape. I must have cut the hole to big cause I remember seeing lots of blood pour out of her mouth.  Anyway she never actually did get a hold of the babysitter, or her kid, but she did get the answering machine. So I gave her 5 seconds from the 'beep'. All she said was "I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,….. I gave her the 5 seconds that I promised then slit her throat.  I would say it wasn't the fastest death that I've seen, but it definitely was one of the more memorable ones,