Confessions of a Teenage Serial Killer by: Desiree Tocci
January 17th, 2007
So my name is Jeff. Killer is my alias. You are my new best friend. I tell you everything and you can’t tell me anything back. I guess I decided to start writing a journal because I don’t have any friends. It’s not that I’m not likable I just have a secret that’s all. I’m 15 years old, and I’m a teenage serial killer. I have killed lots of people, mostly classmates though. The number probably ranks around 50-100. I live in a hamlet and there are not many people around here who see things. Here, let me tell you a couple stories about victims I’ve killed. It was Wednesday and it was the 4th of January I think. It was raining that day. I remember that. I went to science class. My teacher handed back some tests that we had took last Friday. He handed mine back; F. I stared at the F like it stood for Failure. It stood for so much more though, i just didn’t know it.
"Horrible Job Jeff." My teacher said to me.
Man, did I hate my science teacher. He would fail you just because you didn’t have a complete sentence. Crazy, I know.
"You’re a real winner Jeff. Oh wait. YOU’RE A LOSER!" yelled Tony.
God, did I hate Tony too. The bell soon rang and when the whole class left except for my teacher I thought it was time to do my business. I walked to the door and locked it.
" Jeff stop being stupid. I need to go home. You know I actually have people who care about me", my science teacher said with a lip.
" Shut up old man." I yelled.
He looked at me surprised and I looked at him with his death in my eyes. He would so never see his family again and that was his own fault. I made my way over to his desk and he got up and started to move around the room. I followed him slowly, and he ran. He was scared of me. What a failure. I then followed him a little faster and he was getting even more worried now. He then ran to the door and tried to open it. It was locked though and the key was in my pocket. He was at the door struggling now, so I walked behind him and grabbed the back of his head.
" Want the door to open?" I asked.
"Yes," my teacher replied with a shaky voice.
" Sucks for you then", I replied.
I then took his head and bashed it into the door handle. It made a clamor and he fell to the floor with a huge thump. He then was bleeding. Not too much, but he was bleeding. He was crawling on the floor now and I went and sat on his back. He let a gust of wind out and then he started t o hyperventilate. After he did that he just passed out. I then picked up his head again and tipped it back. I pulled out the key that opened the door. I then took the acute end of the key and I put it to his head. I started to carve into his forehead. He was screaming now and crying. Screaming like you could never imagine. I thought he was literally going to scream so loud that his lungs were going to just come flying out of his body! I kept carving until I was done. I carved an F right into the forehead of my science teacher. That F stood for fantastic because may I say, it came out pretty well. Blood was gushing now and so I went to the window and opened it up. In came the rain that was pouring down outside. It took the blood and started to run it down the drain and out of the science room. Good thing I was doing this here. I then walked back over to my science teacher who now was just lying on the floor curled up in a little ball crying. I laughed. I couldn’t help myself. You would have laughed too right? I then reached him and then decided I didn’t want to kill him just yet. In the corner there was a metal pole that was used on a cart to hold things together. I went over to the cart and ripped off the pole. I then carried it over to my science teacher and hit him in the back with it.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
"OOOOWWWWWWW!!!!" yelled my teacher bawling his eyes out.
I hit him more until he wasn’t moving at all. I then leaned down to his face to see if he was still breathing. He was. I then took a hold of his head and said,
"Here. I’ll be nice and stop the pain."
I then broke his neck. That was the end of my science F’s and my science teacher. Pretty good right? I think I did I pretty good job. I am very wry you know even though I don’t do well in school. Well, I’m going to go for now I’ll write to you again later.
January 18th, 2007
Hey best friend. You miss me. Today was interesting. I’m very placid right now so, I am going to tell you all about it. Well I came home from school right? My mom came over to me and was like how was school? And I said that it was good. Then, she asked me if we could sit down and talk. I didn’t know what she wanted to talk about, but I said sure anyway. My mom isn’t affluent, but she gets by with what she has.
"Jeff, I feel as a mother I should know more about you", she started.
"Whatever", I replied.
"Ok. So I don’t really see you at all and I think that you need to come out of your room more and learn to actually communicate with me. I want you to take the lock off of your door as well. I want to go inside", she said.
"Ok first. I don’ t want to talk and communicate with you and second of all I am not taking the lock off my door because it is my door and it can be locked if I want it to", I replied.
What my mom didn’t know is that I lock my door because in the inside of it, there are things I don’t care for her to see. Here ill explain my room to you so that way you can get a feel for what it looks like. My walls are black. I freshly painted them like a month ago. There is red drips splotched all over the black. It looks like a body exploded and the blood flew onto the walls of my room. A cool way to look at it right? So anyway, my bed is located on the floor. I only have a sheet and its white. I don’t really like to sleep with a whole bunch of blankets. My carpet has stains on it from when I came home with tools of which I used on my victims. There is a mirror in my room that is to the right of my bed and on the mirror I have some pictures of some people. I have a picture of my mom and I and I have a picture of my friend Jess that I have known since 3rd grade. Neither of them knows that I’m a serial killer, but that’s for me to know and for them to find out. I think that the chance of me not being a serial killer anymore is just irrevocable. I also have a bevy of knives. I like to collect them. I also have a gaff from when my dad and I use to go fishing. Since he died though, I don’t use it. Now lets get back to me and my moms conversation.
"You shouldn’t be talking to me this way Jeff. I am your mother and I control your happiness and what you do. It could all be destroyed right before your eyes", she replied.
"Is that a threat?" I asked in a sarcastic tone.
"Yes", she replied. "Yes it is".
"Very well then", I replied.
I got up and walked into the kitchen. My mom watched me, but she didn’t know what I was doing and didn’t really care to ask. I walked over to one of the drawers that lay in the kitchen and I opened it up. I looked inside to see my reflection looking back at me. It was in a butcher knife and it was perfect. I then got the knife into the palm of my hand. It was so smooth and just absolutely perfect. Let me use a metaphor for you so you can get exactly how nice it was. The knife was a sheet of glass. It was so reflective and so sharp and big. It would cut just like butter and I was very excited. I could feel my blood starting to boil and it was about to burst. I turned and put the knife into the back of my pants, so the handle was sticking out and it was ready to be used. I went back into the living room and up to my mom who was now lying on the couch. I walked over to her and I sat ontop of her. I looked down at her and I stared at her for a minute.
"What are you looking at Jeff", she asked.
"Nothing. I was just taking one last picture." I replied.
" What are you talking about?" she asked.
I then pulled out the knife and stabbed it right into her heart.
"That’s what I’m talking about", I replied and pushed it in harder. It went completely through and I could just hear the sound of her organs ripping and her heart slicing into different pieces. My work was done. So then I got up washed my hands and then made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Isn’t that a cool day? I know right? Well I have to go. I have to get ready to go outside. I think I want to go for a walk. Bye.
January 25th 2007
Hey best friend. Sorry I haven’t written to you in a while. A lot has actually changed. Hard to believe it or not I have a girlfriend! Yea. Remember how I told you I had a friend named Jess? Well, her and I hung out yesterday and now were dating! I didn’t tell her that I’m a serial killer because I don’t think its necessary. Well, me and her are going to hang out today so I’ll write to you tomorrow and let you know how things went.
January 26th 2007
Journal I am so pissed off right now. Jess is cheating on me! Yea I know right? What a jerk. I caught her yesterday. It’s vague who she was with, but that doesn’t matter. She doesn’t know I did though, but oh will I make her pay for that. I have a plan and everything about how im going to do it. Ill tell you about it tomorrow. I’m going to go do what I need to do now. Bye.
January 27th 2007
Well I did it. It’s over. Want to hear what I did? It’s actually pretty bad. I can’t believe I just said that. Ok here it goes. So I went to her house and knocked on her door. She answered and greeted me with a hug. It hurt to get a hug from someone you thought loved you and then you find out they don’t. I walked into her house and brought her up to her room. I then told her I was thirsty and so she went to go get me something to drink. I then very quickly and quietly moved around her room. Her room is purple with flowers on the walls and a pink carpet. Her scent floated around in it too. She always smelt like lavender. I then went around and around until I found what I was looking for. Duck tape. I then shut the lights off and waited. She walked into her room.
"Jeff? Jeff where a re you?" she called.
I came out at her and covered her mouth I then went to her bed and took part of her comforter and stuffed it into her mouth. Her cry could not be heard and it was perfect. I then turned on the light and took the duck tape and taped her down to her bed. She looked at me and was crying. Her parents weren’t home so they couldn’t help and her phone was out of reach. I then looked at her.
" You think that you can play games with my feelings? You think that you can just date me and think you can get away with dating someone else? I don’t think so. So now you’re going to pay Jess. I’m a serial killer and congrats. You’re my next victim." I said with a smile.
She looked at me and was moaning and crying her eyes out. I didn’t care though. I cut open all of her clothes and I raped her first. She was so weak after I did that. She fought and fought and fought but I was no match for her. After I did that I smacked he r across the face. I took out a knife I had in my pocket and carved a broken heart into her chest. Drips of blood streamed down her shaking, trembling, weak, and disgusted body. I smile with enjoyment. I then untapped her and she just lie there, not moving. I then went over to her and I laid down next to her rubbing my hand up and down her stomach. I didn’t care that it was covered in blood I just wanted to rub her tummy. I then sat up and looked at her. She was so pretty and I loved her so much, but she broke my heart and didnt even care. I then took out the knife and I sliced it through her heart. She coughed and spit up some blood and then before I knew it she was dead. I looked at her for a little bit and then I got up and I walked out of her house and went home. I didn’t sleep well last night. All I could think about is the look on her face. It seemed like it hurt me more then I thought it would. I couldn’t believe I did it. Dismorning I was so upset with myself. What have I become? I would keep asking. Journal what do you think? Well, I decided that I was going to go and try to get help, but I thought it was going to take a long time. GET THIS JOURNAL! They said that they would get back to me and they just called back and hour ago and told me I had an appointment booked for tomorrow! Isn’t that wonderful! It was as easy as remembering to breathe. I can’t believe it. I guess people are always there for you when you need it, you just need to try. You need to work for what you want and fight for what you need. I did and I can’t wait to go. I hope that they don’t put me in jail for this. I’m only 15! Well, I have to burn you now journal because I don’t want to ever read any of the stuff I have told you I did ever again. It’s too horrible and I hate myself too much for it. So I guess this is good bye. You are a really good listener.
