Micheal Henderson, 32, was found dead last night in his bedroom. Neighbors reported a nasty smell coming from the house, and claimed they had not seen him for several days. They noticed a pileup of newspapers, and decided to call police. He was found lying on his back in his bed, with a knifewound in his neck. His death has been ruled a suicide.It went on to talk about his crime and all of that, but I am sure that you do not care to read it. It was boring, and not as juicy as what I have already told you about him and that boy he was having relations with. Anyway, what really bothered me about the whole thing was that they claimed it was a suicide by slitting his throat. No medical examiner or forensics specialist would agree this is the case. They clearly do not care enough to go forward with an investigation, or were too perplexed by what they found and did not want to explain. Or, maybe they are happy he got killed and do not feel like finding someone to punish. I would like to think of it as the latter. Either way, I am kind of relieved, because it means there will be no investigation and I should be okay.
I want to apologize for anyone I offended by saying bad things about New Jersey. First of all, people from New York are always inclined to dislike people from New Jersey. Second of all, the only times I went were to go to the Six Flags and the beach where all the guidos hang out, so I guess I unfairly judged it based on those experiences. I am sure there are nice people in New Jersey, in fact the town I went to last night didn't seem too bad. It was an old style town with some stone houses and the center of it had a narrow main street with a slew of cutsy shops. I bet on a sunny day it's a great place to walk around and enjoy, however, that is not why I was there.
My drive to New Jersey went without a hitch, but this is usually the case for the drive too. Even though my heart was pumping the entire time, I was still innocent of the crime I was about to commit. It took me about two hours to get there. Fortunately, there was a strip mall about a half a mile from the house, so I decided to park there. It was rather run down and I doubt they had any cameras in it, and even if they did, who knows if anyone would think to look at their surveillance... I hope. Anyway, when I got to her grandparent's house, I was sorely disappointed to find the light in the living room was on. I surveyed the entire house, and discovered this was the only one. I had come this far, and was not about to give up because one person was awake. No way, I was too tired and hungry, and if I waited any more days I would probably get sick.
I peered in the window, and noticed it was only Lillian, alone in the living room, watching TV. And she looked to be asleep anyway, her eyes were closed and she was lying on the couch as if it were a bed. Great I thought, this should be easy. I was fortunate enough to find that the front door was unlocked -figures- and this happened to lead right into the living room. There would be no breaking in, no trapezing through other rooms looking for her and possibly alerting other family members. I just walked through the front door.
I guess she must have been half awake, or in a wake-dream state because she mumbled something about it. It was to the effect of "Lexxie, that psycho stalker bitch what do you want?" And I whispered shhhh as quietly as I could before covering her mouth and nose with the chloroform towel. Then I sucked the blood out of her jugular as I always do. I was disapointed at how shallow she was. Usually when I kill, I get a whole fleet of emotions, ideas about the world and so on, but from her all I got was superficial feelings about petty high school drama and the tv show "The Hills" and "Grey's Anatomy." Like who the hell cares about that shit? There was absolutely nothing real or interesting about her. In fact, I fear I may need to feed sooner than usual because of it, as this is something that helps to satiate the hunger. What an idiot.
Anyway, as soon as I had drained her, I left. I quietly tiptoed out of the house and sped walked (running would be an eyesore for anyone who would happen to drive by) back to my car. I felt good, I had eliminated an enemy and maybe was a step closer to being with Alex. Most importantly, my hunger was subsided for at least a lil while. One thing that bothered me, however, is what she said before she died. She called be a "psycho stalker." How does she know that I am in love with Alex? If she knows, he must know too? I do not want him to think I am crazy.. that will make him run. Anyway, I made it back home safely, thank God, except for one mysterious thing: I noticed the same red Nissan with a NY license plate in the town in New Jersey where I made my kill and back in my home town. I find this a little worry some, but if they were going to do anything they would have by now, I think.
Anyway, I told you I would provide a picture of my cats. Here's one, his name is Banana. I'll show you the other two on my next update.