dairy of a serial killer

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Submitted: March 31, 2008

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A Dairy of a Serial Killer

 

11/09/94 10:00 p.m.

This will be my first entry. I’ve killed my first today. The rage I felt as I slit her throat was uncontrollable, I couldn’t stop myself. I was walking through the park, when this woman runs by and almost knocks me down. Something inside of me burst and I was on the hunt.

I followed her staying back enough behind her so that she wouldn’t feel my presence. She turned and headed toward the pond, she stopped to tie her shoe. As she bent down I grabbed her. With one hand I held her in a grip that would easily crush her neck. In the other hand I held the straight razor which I always had with me.

She was fighting against my grasp, so I just squeezed tighter. I lifted the straight razor in to the moonlight and she froze. I put the blade against neck and pulled, it cut through the skin like a hot knife through butter. The horror in eyes was gone when she realized that there is nothing after death.

Her body fell limp and I let her fall to the ground. I just turned and walked up the path like nothing had happened. As I walked out of the park, I felt like I’d never felt before. It was like I was renewed with the life of this dead woman.

  I have this urge to kill. It’s the weirdest thing that I’ve ever felt. I just wanted to kill. I had to force myself to come home. I just hope that I can control this feeling. I’m trying to convince myself to go to the cops, but I can’t make myself do it. They don’t have the right to put me in jail. That’s all for now

 

11/10/94 10:00 a.m.

 

I made it in the paper this morning. The headline read,” woman found in the park.” And it also says that the police have no clues. How are they suppose to catch me? I left absolutely no clues. None of her blood had gotten on me and my gloved hands leave no prints. I’ll give them sometime to sweat on who did this.

When I go after number two I’ll leave them a little note. I’ll tell them they have a week. One murder a night for seven days and then I’m gone. I don’t think they have chance in hell. All the victims will be picked at random and all killed the same way. One clean cut to the jugular, that’s the only thing, the same.

This town will be sorry that it looked down its nose at me. I’ll bring it to its knees with fear. Once the fear sets in no one will be able to stop me. I know how people react to every thing that’s around them. When it comes to a vicious murder fear is the only response that they will give.

Well I’ve got a lot to do before I select Number two. I’ve got to make this one worst than the first, someone that makes them take me serious. I’ll write more later……

 

11/10/94 11:21 p.m.

 

I believe I picked the perfect woman. I first saw her at 3:30 this afternoon. She was coming out of the police station. She was wearing a neatly pressed uniform and was wearing a gun. A lot of good it did her. I stalked her all afternoon, watching her every movement. Knowing where she was at all times.

As the sun started to fall, I could feel the beast trying to claw it’s way out of me. At about 7:00 p.m. it was free!!! And I was ready to kill. I think her shift was almost over because she was on her way back to the station.

She was about two blocks away, when she stopped and sat on a bench for a break I guess. I walked down the sidewalk staying out of the light. I was directly behind her when she stood up. I grabbed her and dragged her into the trees. Two blocks from the police station and not a person heard her scream as I savagely slit her throat with one long slicing motion.

She tried to hold on long then the first but the effort still meets her with the same fate. She was dead. I laid the letter on her chest and continued down the sidewalk, like nothing had happened. As I started down Broadway I could hear the sirens heading toward the police woman.

The crowd of people on Broadway gave me perfect cover. The crowd moved toward the police so I moved with them, so that I wouldn’t seem out of place. They all stared at the murdered police woman. All I could think was being this close and not even a suspect.

The police made the crowd leave. As I followed the crowd back toward Broadway I saw an officer pick up the letter and as he read his face turned white. I chuckled and came home. They didn’t have a clue that the killer was twenty feet away watching. Know being back home its hard to put the beast back. The feeling of wanting to kill is so strong.

By morning I’ll have there attention and I’ll be labeled a serial killer. They will give the case to one of there most dependable men. He’ll try to catch me but he only got five more days to go. If he is good he might get close but I don’t think so.

 

11/11/94 2:00a.m.

 

I’m laying here awake, unable to close my eyes. When I do I see the look on there faces. The horror in their eyes, when they see that the end is the end. No bright shine light just the end, just endless dark.

I’ve looked death in the face many tomes and they always have the same look on there face. Death is a definite reality that none of us can escape. Everyone dies for a greater cause. The few lives that I take are for my cause. They will crumble the city that crumbled my chance of a real life.

They give there lives make mine complete. They all realize that when I slit there throat. My hand is controlled by the beast and we take the lives the he commands. I’ll kill the seven if it will lead to my self preservation. I’m going to try to sleep now. I’ll write more in the morning.

 

11/11/94 7:00 a.m.

 

After I got up I went out and got the paper. I made the head lines again. It read” Police stumped” and says” That they have found the second victim of what appears to be a serial killer. They have no clue to whom or why these people are being murdered.

I can’t even tell them why these people are dying. They are dying because I have the power just to take any life that I choose. The ones I kill have no bearing on the future. They are just doing what society wants them to do. Every one of them is just a piece to a larger game.

I’M SICK OF BEING JUST A PIECE OF A FUCKING GAME!!!!!

NOW I’M THE GAME MASTER!!!

I’LL WRITE THE FUTURE AND ALL WILL FEAR MY BLADE!!!

I’ll write more after number three

 

11/12/94 1:33 a.m.

 

It took me all day to find number three. I spotted her as I left the store just down the road from my house. She was wearing tight jeans and a loose fitting sweater. Her long red hair moved like the waves on a crisp fall morning. She didn’t notice me watching her and either did anyone else. I couldn’t help but marvel over her.

I could feel the beast tearing its way out. She was walking so I followed her. She took her time not paying any mind to anyone around her. I had followed for three blocks when I couldn’t control the beast anymore. He was loose. I pulled the razor from my pocket and swung it opened. Hold the blade out of sight I walked up to her slowly making no noise.

I grabbed her and dragged her down an alley. Her muffled cries for help were unheard. I slide the razor across her throat. I cut was deep and true she fell limp in my arms and I dropped her to the ground. Wiping the blade on her coat, I placed it back in my pocket and turned and walked out of the alley. I disappeared into the city. I just hope everyone understands, I CAN, SO I WILL, UNTIL THEY STOP ME!!!! I’ll write more when I wake up.

 

11/12/94 10:15 a.m.

 

It feels like I have been up for hours, but I’m still on my first cup of coffee. I haven’t even gone and got the paper yet. They have probably found the dead woman by now. I told them one a day for seven days. I really hope that they believed me, because I still have four to go. I just went out and got the paper. Front page again.

Why do people enjoy what I’m doing? The newspaper people are trying to make money off me. I’ll try to put a stop to that. The paper says the same as the others the police have no clues.

I have this feeling that they don’t have the capability to catch me. They’ll try to bring in outside help. I’ll have to find out if they really don’t have any clues. That may be stupid but if they do have any clues. They may be keeping it to themselves.

 

11/13/94 12:30 a.m.

 

It took me no time at all to find number four. I had to get the paper to print only what should be said. I first saw her getting out of a taxi, in front of the paper. As she started toward the door, I crossed the street and followed her into the paper. I even got into the elevator with her. She didn’t pay any attention to me at all. She had no idea that I was the one that they were writing about.

The elevator stopped on the sixth floor and she got off. I took the elevator to the seventh floor and took the stairs back down to the sixth floor. She grabbed her camera from her bag and headed toward the dark room.

I slowly made my way to the darkroom. The office was buzzing with actives so I moved through unnoticed. I opened the darkroom door and stepped inside. She didn’t even turn around. She just said don’t turn on the light. I said I won’t.

Walking up behind her I slowly opened the straight razor. I grabbed her and held her tight. I said don’t try to scream. I raised the razor and she froze like the rest. Lowering the razor to her throat, I said you news people should really learn to tell the truth. I slide to razor along her throat cutting everything two inches deep. Letting her limp body fall to the floor, I bent beside her and placed a tape recorder next to her. I wiped off the razor and used the window to escape down the fire escape and just disappeared again.

The two bums passed out in the alley didn’t even move as I walked by. I left downtown and came back home. I believe that by leaving the tape, they will have to do something now. The message I left was short and to the point, it said this paper prints lies and I won’t stand for it. She is number 4, you have three more days and I’m gone. The walk back here was great, her life was strong and I could feel her inside of me. The rush of walking into a crowd office and killing without anyone knowing it happened is indescribable. I’ll write more later

 

11/13/94 3:00a.m.

 

What a dream I just had, it started with me following this I’ve never seen. She turned down this alley so I continued to follow her. It’s like I’m really there, I can feel the beast trying to get out. I grabbed the woman and pulled out my razor, just as I put it to her throat there appears a bright light in my eyes and a cop walking toward us with his gun drawn and pointed at my head. He pulls the trigger and I woke up.

I can’t figure out why I’d dream something like that. There is no way the police will ever get that close. I’ll figure it out in the morning

 

11/13/94 8:00 a.m.

 

That dream is still troubling me. I can’t figure out why I’d dream like that. Maybe I’m realizing that I could get caught. I’ll have to make sure that it doesn’t happen. I have control of ever situation that I go into. There is no way that I can get caught.

I just heard a thump at the door, it most be the paper. I’ll get it so I can tell you what it says. It says that they found her at about six o’clock when someone went to use the dark room. The paper and the police don’t know how anyone could be this cold. They will have finally got the point. By the time that I’m done with this city they all will be scared for the rest of there lives.

Sometimes I feel that what I’m doing is wrong, but I can’t convince myself to go to the police. Three more days and the killing will be done. It is coming harder and harder to control the beast, after I finish I just want to go right after another one.

Everything in my life is controlled by this beast or feeling or whatever it is. I don’t try to understand it. I just want to control it. These seven people have been killed by my hand for the purpose of making this city crumble and to renew my life.

 

11/13/94 10:30p.m.

 

Number five is dead. I first saw her as I walked toward the park. She was walking a Great Dane. Her tall legs and her knock out body took all my attention. I started to follow her. She crossed the road and headed toward

White Street

. The street was lined with house that looked the same. I guess three or four house when she turned and went up to the house and went in.

I leaned against a tree and study the lay out of the house. Then she let the dog out into the backyard. I walked up the path toward the front door and carefully turn the knob and stepped inside unheard or seen. I could hear the shower running so I headed up stairs.

At the top of the stairs I turn and headed the sound of the shower. The door was wide open and the room was filled with steam. As I stepped inside I could see her through the shower curtain. I take another step toward the shower with the razor by my side. I ripped her out of the shower curtain and all an viciously slit the throat, and let her fall to the bathroom floor. I wiped the razor on a towel on my way out of the bathroom.

I had just step out of the bathroom when I heard a growl in turned and that big dog was staring at me. He lounges at me with a snap of my wrist the razor open and I slice the dog down it side. The dog fell weeping in pain on the floor. I walked down the stairs and out the front door and slowly walked down the sidewalk and head to have supper. I’ll write more later.

 

11/14/94 7:30 a.m.

 

The one last night felt different somehow. I wasn’t as personal as the others. I had to kill her because I can’t stop it anymore. The beast all most has full control now. After these next two, I only hope that I can keep the beast under my control. How can I tell if I can put it back? The beast has been getting stronger ever since I started killing.

How can I control something I don’t even understand? I don’t know why I was chosen to carry this beast inside of me. There is no history of mental illness in my family. I’ve always felt different. I just don’t understand any more. I don’t even feel like going to get the paper. I have a feeling that it will just say the same thing. I wonder how the police are doing. They are working with no clues so far. I’ll write more later.

 

11/14/94 11:09 p.m.

 

I’m just returning from number six. I first noticed her at about 9:30 p.m. I’m not sure why it took me so long to find this one. I most have seen 40 beautiful woman today, but I was drawn to this one. I was just leaving the bar when she walked by me. She was all dressed in a neatly pressed business suit. She continued down the sidewalk paying no mind to her surroundings. I casually walked behind her, when her cell phone rang. She pulled it from her pocket and answered it.

As she talked she continued to walk down the sidewalk. I keep following her, she had no clue that I was behind her, stalking and hunting her. She puts the phone back in her pocket and I grab her from behind. I drag her into the parking garage that she was in front of. I told her to shut up. With my other hand I slide the razor out of my pocket and snap it open, and viciously slit her throat. The blood just went everywhere. This is the first time I got blood on me.

The blood was dark red as it dripped for my gloved hand. I wiped the blood on her shirt, and reached for the cell phone in her pocket. I dialed the police. It rings, “Can I talk to the officer in charge with the serial killer.” The voice on the other end said please hold. The officer picks up the other end and said “Dective Turner”. I said I’ve just killed number six and hung up. I dropped the phone and walked out of the parking garage and came home. The police are probably by now scurrying the city looking for the body. I’ll write more in the morning.

 

11/15/94 7:45 a.m.

 

The final day, can I put the beast back after I finish up tonight? Hopefully I can keep him put away. The reason I started this could be the down fall for me and the world. What if everyone has this beast in them? They just don’t let the beast control them. If the beast is released in everyone, we would slowly terminate the human race.

There is only one way to stop the beast once it is released. It needs to be killed. It is vital that it is stopped. This beast thinks that it is invincible. It keeps going to hide after each murder, but it still has control of the person. If you try to fight against it, the beast just get stronger and stronger until it can’t be controlled. I CAN’T CONTROL IT!!!!!

Well I guess I’ll go find number seven. I’ll write all about it once I return. I only hope that I come back as me and not the beast. I’ll write more later.

 

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This is the unfinished dairy of Walter Whitting. A serial Killer who terrorized the City of Bangor, Maine. He held the city captive with his straight razor and fear. Walter Whitting was killed on Nov/15/1994 at the hands of his seventh victim’s husband.

Walter Whitting was a man, who cracked under the pressure. He worked ten years at the same job with no rises. His life was worth less then a cheap bottle of wine. I’m not saying it makes what he did was right, but in his eyes it evened thing up a little.

The words that are written in this dairy are the look into the mind of a serial killer. I realize that this may be hard for the families of the victims, and I’m sorry. What he wrote in these pages just might explain why some people kill. I don’t know if that helps explain why I want the public to see these words. All I want is the people to understand what this guy was going through.

I’m closing like this, my name is John Whitting. I’m the man who shot him, but I’m also his brother. He choose my wife for his last victim. I know that he no longer had control of his action. When I pulled the trigger, there was a look of relief on his face. He said “Thanks” and fell to the floor.

That night in November I lost my wife and my brother. All I want is you to know that I’m not letting this out for personal gain, but for people to know what my brother was going through. The entries are his, the closing is mine

John Whitting

Written by Mark Taylor


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