Three in the morning (For the halloween Competition)

I don't remember this, I'll never remember that. All I do remember is blood, sweat and tears.
Oh, and screams, every little scream.


8. Night number eight - Hell in one state of mind.

When it all comes down to it, what was the point in my investigation? What was I hoping to find out? That some well known serial killer was just going to pop up and everything would fall into place? Knowing me, probably. That's the deal... I don't know myself anymore, the realisation hit me like bullets to the brain. God only knows how or why I was doing it... Was it even me?! All the questions made me sick, but everything linked up, the puzzle pieced together. Every murder happened while I was 'asleep' or, as I had figured out, in a sleep-like state, the current me would sleep whilst another me was wreaking havoc. The letters didn't send because I had stopped them and hid them at the back of the attic (I later found them whilst stumbling down the attic ladder in disbelief). I hid everything up in the attic so that my prior state wouldn't find them... Crap... I know myself far too well... So why couldn't I figure myself out this one time...? The time that it actually counted, for the love of God.

There was no other solution... Whatever it was... Had to be stopped. But first...? First I would see if I could prove myself. Stay awake and catch myself...

Red handed.

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