I squeezed the neck tighter, hoping to stop the bleeding. I hate doing this…killing. I was afraid someone would hear, someone would come knocking at the door wondering what all the commotion was about. If she would just shut up! Shut her damn screaming! Now there is blood all over the bath in my basement. I cut myself. She is more trouble than the other ones. She almost got away. I should start to think about how I am going to get these stains out, but first I have to finish the job. I don’t like to kill living things but you just can’t let them live. I mean…she might have made things even more difficult for me. That would ruin everything.
I live in this very nice place. This is a clean and very exclusive neighborhood. This is the brand! Like Tiffany or even a Bentley! Don’t think they don’t want what I have. They can’t have it! She is no different. Oh no, I think this little creature should know her place. She’s lucky I even noticed her and gave her my attention. Now she wants to make this noise! I have to end it. I squeeze harder and know that soon she will take a last breath. She will know the end is near and relax and then it will be over. I let go after about 5 minutes. I thought it might take longer but it didn’t. I will stay and make sure she really is dead. I put her down. I kneel. I know it is over. I say a prayer to God because I don’t like killing. I think I will not forget this one even though it’s not that hard to kill something. I’m o.k.
Funny, I bet the neighbors never would think this happened right next door. The police might even come over if they heard the noises, the screams! I’m sorry for killing. Don’t they realize? Don’t they know I can’t help myself? I hope they just mind their business and don’t come down this road. I think I hear a Train from a long time in the past. This Trestle Glen. It screams just like she did.
I’m sure I’m not the first one to do something like this in this canyon. Hell, they filled in the creek to build these beautiful homes! They did a lot worse than what I just did. The police are on the other side of the door and they can’t even hear the screams in my basement! Are they deaf?!!! I need to be calm and go to the door and act like nothing is wrong. They probably think she is just a stray cat or a little creature caught in a trap out back in the greenway behind these beautiful homes. They don’t suspect what I’m doing because I am an upstanding member of society. They know the kind of people that live in this part of town. I have nothing to worry about.
I should calm down and just smile and offer them a coffee. I will. I will be nice and offer them a coffee. They’ll never hear her screams because they’ll be so impressed with my home and my nice disposition. They’ll surely be happier to deal with me tonight than those ones down in the bad part of town! They should feel lucky they were called to this nice place. I didn’t really do anything so wrong anyway. I don’t feel bad. What the hell could they do to me? I am in control. They aren’t even able to hear all the noise! She must shut up!!!
I am sure now that she really had to go. I could control her and make her stay in her place. She would come after me (or even them!!!!) and I couldn’t let that happen. …and it’s not as if I really wanted to do it. It just had to happen, that’s all. I hope you don’t judge me. I really don’t like to kill any living thing, not even this little creature. You know by now it wasn’t her screaming, it was me. Does that make me a weak man? I was repulsed. I was scared. Doesn’t that make me a good man? I was worried that she would somehow come back to life and bite into me as I slept, for gods sake. I hated killing…even this poor little spider.