posted on Oct, 8 2005 @ 06:20 PM
Journal Entry 10/30/05 11:27 P.M.
Tomorrow, October 31, is my twenty seventh birthday. My official coming of age, if you will. However, I am not like you. I see things that others
do not. It is my duty to protect mankind from these things that are working against us. I am a machine of flesh and bone, muscles and tendons
straining together for one purpose. Death.
When the facts are sorted out later, many will question my motives and sanity. I assure you that my thought process is clear and valid. I know what
I am doing and why I am doing it.
There are monsters in our midst. They look like you and me. These monsters run around free, while the innocent are slain. They hide behind their
masks and pretend to be innocent law abiding citizens. I assure you, they are not. I have seen them for what they are. I know what they do at
night. I even came up with a name for them, Destroyers.
I don’t truly know what they are or where they come from. I do know they are masters of disguise. The untrained eye wouldn’t be able to pick one
out of a crowd, so elaborate are their disguises. Upon closer inspection, differences are able to be noted. The easiest way to identify one is when
you corner them, they shift uncomfortably back and forth and their eyes dart around searching for an escape.
There are Destroyers in every walk of life; from doctors and politicians to truck drivers and waitresses. They kill men and women and children and
babies! Do you people not see this? How can you be so blind? Maybe they have some sort of mind control that I am not affected by.
I have been planning this for several months. I have even captured and interrogated several of them. They are tough. You cannot break them down.
They would sooner die than sell out their accomplices.
The first one I caught was disguised as a middle aged man. I saw him jogging. Jogging! Can you believe it? As if he was actually concerned about
his health. I watched him for a couple of days before I made my move. I waited under a bridge and tripped him when he ran over. I sprang up and
tied him up quickly. I drug him through the woods to a deserted parking lot where my van was. I got him home and tied him in the basement. I
questioned him extensively. He never broke. All he did was cry and carry on about his wife and kids. “Please don’t kill me” and all that
rubbish. He even produced pictures of his “family”. Like I would buy that. I had to kill him. I strangled him with a piece of hose and buried
him in the basement.
The second one I caught hid behind the mask of a twenty-something college student. She worked evenings in a hospital and walked to her car in the
parking garage all alone. I parked beside her and waited. She hardly struggled. She was the same as the first one and wouldn’t admit to anything.
She never cried or begged for mercy like the first one. Instead she pretended to pray. How that infuriated me! How dare that foul creature defile
my God by praying to Him? I took a chainsaw to her and cut her into small pieces and put her out with the garbage.
I must rest now. Tomorrow is going to be a big day. I will try to update soon.
Journal Entry 10/31/05 10:05 A.M.
Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me. Good morning loyal readers. Actually, great morning. I woke at six and went out for reconnaissance
work. Around eight I spotted three Destroyers walking into a restaurant. I saw two more leaving. I hid out on a bench down the street and watched.
No one but Destroyers were going in and out. After months and months of fruitless investigation, I stumble across their hangout.
I am going to read my paper, eat a bite and finish my coffee; then I’m off to eliminate as many of them as I can. It’s up to me to save mankind.
I probably won’t be back to update my journal anymore. So loyal readers, farewell and wish me luck.
From the Highland Times 11/01/05
Over the lunch hour yesterday, a gun-wielding maniac ran into Antonio’s Deli and started indiscriminately firing. An off duty police officer
fatally wounded the suspect, identified as twenty seven year old Grady MacPherson. MacPherson killed twenty people and wounded ten more in his bloody
rampage through the deli. An eyewitness reported hearing him screaming “You won’t get away this time.” A spokesman for the police reported
that MacPherson was apparently delusional and thought he saw monsters everywhere. He called these monsters, Destroyers. After a search of his house,
several missing persons cases were unfortunately solved, as the bodies of twelve victims were found in his basement. It is not known yet if there