Diary of a Madman bk II Apr 7Diary of a Madman bk II Apr 73 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
April 7th, 2011
Life as a vagrant - it was one of the most intriguing things I have done. Twenty years, I talked with murderers and dined with the insane. I wrote this story this morning after watching the new neighbor move in. From what I can tell it's two sisters that are going to college. Their father and brother helped them move in. The younger sister has green eyes. Thinking of Angela is helping me not think of those horrid green eyes.
Behind the mask
It wasn't even Halloween, yet three men stood around an oil drum warming their hands over the fire, wearing mask. I wasn't scared or even frighten. I knew one of those men was my friend Joe. He was one of the few friends that I made during my time as a vagrant. "What's with the mask?" I asked Joe. "I could ask you the same," he said as they all giggled.
Joe looked at me in his strange Bill Clinton mask. Another huskier fellow whose belly peeked out of shirt wore a plastic clown mask. The other man, who kept lifting his di
Diary of a Madman bk 2 Apr 15Diary of a Madman bk 2 Apr 153 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
April 15th, 2011
Today's the day.
April 15, 2011
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I'm out of control. Even after I killed Reiner's wife I feel like I've lost everything, especially my mind. I caught myself sending another message. Looks like Todd's been sending messages of my latest kills. I don't know for how long
Charles isn't as smart as he thinks, Diary. Vanessa is not what's keeping me here. I've always been here, just waiting for him to screw up.
Angela's Video Blog
Angela stares into the camera and says, "Alright, this is it."
The video wobbles as she walks with it and the view is in a crude first person view. The camera approaches an old hotel door as Angela's hand appeared and she graspped the old fashion door knob. She turned it and entered.
Dear Diary, (continued)
There's a plan. I didn't
Diary of a Madman Bk 2 Apr 11Diary of a Madman Bk 2 Apr 113 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
April 11th 2011
I'm sick with love. Angela came over and we spent all day having sex. She's currently in the other room now. I can feel the hunger emerging from within me but I don't care. I want to be with her.
Angela00's Video Blog
April 12th 2011
It's me Todd Casil. Did you miss me? The last three days Charles (what a stupid name) has been busy fornicating with that crazy girl. He tried to fight the hunger like I once did. I think he needs to learn to live with me.
I miss Vanessa and I need to see her immediately. She is getting married tomorrow and I think I'm going to stop it.
Angela00's Video Blog
"Ahhhhhhhh!" Angela's video blogged opened up with her screaming.
"That rat bastard. Get this people. We make love for three days straight. I mean come on. Then he has the nerve to kick me out," she said as anger escaped with every word.
"He told me he lied. That he never loved me," she said.
"Jokes on him. I'm going to post his face all over the in
Diary of a Madman bk 2 Apr 16Diary of a Madman bk 2 Apr 163 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A video found on Angela's laptop:
"There was once a man who grew to become two," Todd said as he was strapped to a chair. The camera picked up the audio, but there was no picture. "Death and rot, plagued their little head, forming a insatiable hunger," he continued. "Green, his world, was green and yet their life was full of darkness. God himself, refused the two any sanctuary. 'You have killed my daughter, who was the lamb of your innocence. Darkness shall be your punishment, but you will share this judgment. Like the two brothers who share one life, you will share your life outside while the other remained here.'"
A light had appeared illuminating the area around the Madman. He sat, tied to a chair with a thick rope. Angela entered through the door above the steps. Originally, the door hid within the shadow. The light tore through, beginning with a bright rectangle.
"You're a awake," her voice got louder as she approached. Her shoes clapped on the floor.
The camera lifted off the gro
Diary of a Madman bk II Apr 8Diary of a Madman bk II Apr 83 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
April 8th, 2011
I've been feeling a bit strange. Is it because I'm in love? Well, so be it.
I am in love with Vanessa Geller.
I'll write more tomorrow. Angela is spending the night.
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April, 10th 2011
It's early and I found time to write. There's something about crude pencil and paper that helps bring out the predator in me. The hunger is back. I don't fully understand what happens to me if I don't kill any green eyed monsters, I'm afraid I'll lose control. It's almost like what happened twenty years ago.
I think I've figured out a lot. I've watched as Charles kept me at bay. I'm waiting for my time to make my move, Diary. I miss you too.
I told Angela I love her. She looked in my eyes and kissed me. She never said it back but we did make love last night. She's very passionate.
The Monolith: Chapter OneThe Monolith: Chapter One2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The floor was firm and cold, the feeling had reminded them of a hospital examination table. Thoughts of pain, needles and death filled their minds. Then the smell swirled into their nostrils - urine and blood; it was if someone had emptied their diseased bladder here.
Jack was the first to awaken, lifting himself with both hands, turning and then, as he got on his knees, he stood among the bodies. He counted. "One, Two, Three . . ." his voice trailed off and when he turned around there was lovely tanned girl staring at him.
It had scared him; perhaps anything at the moment would have jolted him. "Hmph," he sucked in lots of air and his arms reached for his heart, clutching. She smiled back.
"Name's Mendy," her arm was stretched out in front of her. "What's yours?"
He was amazed that the first question he had heard was about who he was and not about where they were. "Jack, Jack Barrera," he then quickly shifted the question to something more important - Prioritize Jack he thought
Diary of a Madman bk II Apr 3Diary of a Madman bk II Apr 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I called her. I don't know why but I called her this morning and she's bringing over some movies that I "need to watch". She's actually fun and I like being with her. Wow, I feel weird writing such things. I've been so strong and cold over the last years, I don't know what's happening to me. I couldn't even write anything new today. All I could think of was her. What the hell is wrong with me? I need to find another person to kill. Quick.
April 3rd, 2011
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Jesse Rickman's Blog
The Truth is I love you. The Truth is I need you. It's hard to tell you that I've been through some hard time but I know you are the one for me. Jim, I can't wait to be your wife.
Dear Diary, (continued)
It was hard
Diary of a Madman bk II Apr 4Diary of a Madman bk II Apr 44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
April 4th, 2011
I spent the whole day with Angela. She showed up at my house early in the morning. "Surprise," she yelled as I stood there in my pajamas. She stormed inside with a bag of bagels. I don't like bagels. She loves to talk, but I surprisingly like to listen. Hopefully, I dealt with that urge again,
I just had to do something before he started showing up.I just lose control and I don't want to hurt Angela.
Angela00's Video Blog
"What's up, everybody. I just discovered the craziest thing. A serial killer with a twitter account," she screamed into the camera.
"I got money saying it's our buddy Todd Casil. Who else would you use the pseudonym . . ." paused as she grabbed a mask hidden off screen.
She placed it on her face, "MrGreenEyes88."
"Here's the tweet of the day from MrGreenEyes88," she cleared her throat before continuing . . .
April 4th, 2011
Diary of a Madman Bk II May 29Diary of a Madman Bk II May 294 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A television left on in a small quiet community in the tiny town of Marin slowly hums.
"William Reiner, have you heard from Mr. Casil?"
"Do you think he may be dead in a gutter somewhere?"
"He was a fighter. I... know he's alive."
"Do you think he's got another book in him?"
"If he did I would be the first to know. I am his publisher."
"Marin police have noticed the rash of graffiti in the local south side. Walls were sprayed in red paint. But what got police involved were the words that dripped. Margaret is on location."
"This is Margaret Hinojosa reporting live in the local south side where vandals sprayed vicious words. As you can see here on the wall. The words "green" and "hunger" are written here under the old Greene Bridge. Many locals think Todd Casil himself wrote these words. The same Todd Casil that murdered women with green eyes over 20 years ago in The Town of Liberation, approximately forty miles from this location. Captain Jim Garcia had thi
Diary of a Madman FinaleAugust 22nd, 1988Diary of a Madman Finale4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Todd Casil is dead.
When those bullets ripped through him we meet face to face. I saw him die there in my arms. My mother was there, watching. She walked up to me and said, "Everything will be okay. He's dead now. But you need to get up. You need to live. You need to redeem yourself."
I saw a light. This beautiful white light flooded over the darkness in my apartment. And through that darkness was a policeman. As his hand with the flashlight moved to press his walkie-talkie, I hit him hard with the corner of you, my Diary. You saved me.
I lifted Vanessa from the floor and sneaked out the backway of the apartments. I drove to my old home and left her out in the woods. Across from her, I left my Diary. She looked just like Sarah lying there in the woods. I didn't want to hurt her. I knew at this moment that the hunger was gone. I didn't need to kill anyone that reminds me of Sarah or my mother.
Todd Casil is dead.
I hope that whoever reads this D
Diary of a Madman bk II Apr 5Diary of a Madman bk II Apr 54 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jesse Rickman's Blog
In about a week I'll finally be married.
From Charles Costello's "A Vagrant's Story"
I once stumbled upon a man who dug three graves in abandon lot. He not only dug three holes in the ground, but he also placed three headstones. I approach the old man and he sputtered out nonsense. "Spunkt, moses, krinkth, ass." At least that's what it sounded like.
I followed the old man around the broken city. The first thing he did was break into an abandoned car, then he wandered around and peed on some front door - it eventually lead to nothing. I had just wasted my time.
I wandered back to the gravesite and that's where I saw all three holes filled. I slowly approached the headstones and, in white chalk, read them from left to right. M, $, and Death.
I hid when I heard the old vagrant return. He dragged an old rusty shovel behind him, sputtering more random craziness. He dug up the first grave and when he reached the bottom, he pulled out a small bag. He opened i
Pain Pain...Go away...Pain Pain...Go away...3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Pain, pain, go away... Broken hearts and aching souls.. My oh my! Life sucks.
Mushrooms - Piece 11Life in a basement is horrible. With the lack of light and the already apparent dark, evil - shit, its just plain shit - energy, it left your body frail and pale. Uncle John did feed his captives, but they were lucky to get two meals a day. Usually a single meal consisted of cheap burgers and a handful of fries he had picked up picked up for himself but didn't finish. Ryan had already grown weak and his body began to hurt in places he never imagined would hurt. It was if his organs wanted to give it, wanted him to die. He bleed from two different wounds, both from the day before but he was alive.Mushrooms - Piece 113 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sam smiled while painting crooked shapes, with all the best supplies Ryan had earned. He watched but he just wanted sleep to grip him at his neck so he could escape this reality.
Uncle John had returned for the day with their daily meal - fried chicken on the most flimsiest of paper plates. The grease had almost torn a hole in Ryan's
Diary of a Madman Bk II May 30Diary of a Madman Bk II May 304 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
May 30th 2011
Life in an apartment building - is just plain horrible. Life in a house - the best. This whole neighborhood is slowly emerging from nothing, which will make it harder to get rid of the bodies. When I first moved here I was the only one on the block.
A body is buried under the Rosales's house. Another is under the Jackson's home. Across from me is one of my favorites, she wanted me to kill her. Strange, but I could see how ruined she was in the inside. She was almost like me.
Next door is a new lot and they pour the cement today. That will cover my new kill from yesterday. You know, I watch television all the time and I don't know how these serial killers get caught. If they only paid attention to the other's mistakes, they could have gotten away with it. Like I do.
The house across the street is for sale. I hate new neighbors.
Posted on the website: http://www.TheGreenEyedKiller.com
Everyone knows the story of the Serial Killer Todd Casil. He w
Dayz 15Dayz 154 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Where do you see yourself in ten years?" the Senior Vice President, Craig Collins, asked from behind his five thousand dollar oak desk as he leaned back in his leather chair.
Steve Knox sat across from Craig Collins in a new suit he bought with his father's money. "This was his last and final chance," his father thought as he wrote him a check, enough for a nice suit. Steve Knox did buy a suit, but he got it at a second hand store and pocketed the rest of the money.
"Look Steve. I'm trying to do your father a favor and ... I don't see how this is going to work, if you can't answer any of my questions," Craig Collins said as he rocked back in his chair.
Steve Knox wasn't a smart man, but no one really cared. His father wasn't bright either but he became a proficient salesman and then became a successful entrepreneur by the time he was thirty. Steve, on the other hand, was a high school drop out who turned towards music as a form of income; but that dream fell short after he was
Mushrooms - Piece 2Ryan had seen five teenagers around his age die. He was once in the same predicament, but now he has found himself alive and living - at least for now.Mushrooms - Piece 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Lorena?" he whispered. "Are you okay?" he asked. He always asked, even though most of the time they didn't respond. Many preferred to sit in silence, hating the world, hating him. He could hear her crying. "Lorena, everything will be okay," he lied.
There were two large cages in the room, if they were aquariums, you'd be able to fit one large shark in each. Ryan used to sleep in one and Lorena slept in the other. Ryan had earned the right to stay outside. For all he knew, he was the only one. His bed made of blankets and pillows stayed in the corner opposite of his painting supplies and, in this dark damp basement, he was happy.
He spent most of his time painting. Today he added green to the grass in his mural. Lorena eventually, still traumatized, started watching Ryan work. His hand flowed and twitched with a certain artistic precisi
Mushrooms - The Final PieceRyan had seen death enter through a person's eye. He had captured it many times in his paintings. There was George who was punched repeatedly until he died. There was a girl named Yasmine or could have been Jasmine. She died only after three days. Uncle John grew tired of her screaming and didn't want to waste capturing it on canvas, so he taped her up and cut her open from the bottom of her stomach up to the center of her breast while he raped her.Mushrooms - The Final Piece3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The closet held the shattered kids faces immortalized on a stretched linen that was first coated on gesso.
Ryan ran as fast as his trembling feet could take him. He held the ring of keys in his hand and opened the cage. The girl pushed him aside and she ran for her life. Ryan tried to yell at the girl but the words weren't his. They belonged to a child who couldn't talk. He tried to spit the words out of his dry mouth but it sounded like someone who had swallowed his tongue. He slowly found himself crawling up the s
The LonelyI sat and watched the carved ice melt away to a puddle of stagnant water.The Lonely3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Dancing was for the indulgent after all.
No use wasting energy that I don't have on people who don't care.
No use twirling when you can be still and statue like.
The sculpture didn't even want to stay with me; collapsing in on itself till I was all alone and tired.
I refused to let myself turn around and stare at the people behind me.
I'd turned away from life, I couldn't go back now, I was much too stubborn.
I will not dance.
I will not sing.
I will not see the people until I can leave.
Chanting these silently to myself with no rest and no conviction was doing me no good, none at all.
What had I become.
I turn around.
He is there watching my hidden struggle with knowing eyes.
You are the light, the sun, the sea.
You are the one who completes me.
You are the dark, the moon, the stars.
You are the keeper of my heart.
You are my only, my all, my soul,
and I will love you long after I'm gone.
I realize sudden
Mushrooms - Piece 8"Amazing."Mushrooms - Piece 83 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I've never seen a little girl more frightened," the man who wore a Louie Vuiton fedora said.
The art gallery was not a typical one. The walls were dark and dirty. It was part of the atmosphere at The Dirty Alley Art Gallery.
"It's almost as if these scenes actually happened. You don't torture your models do you?" the man laughed as he admired the girls form. "Amazing. How much?" he asked staring at a drawing of Lorena.
Uncle John stood in the alleyway between the art gallery and a small sandwich shop talking to the owner of the gallery. Two men helped protect the pieces that weren't sold - which weren't many - and placed them into the moving van to be taken back to Uncle John's home.
The owner was a skinny man who always dressed in black like a full-time mime without the makeup. He even held a thin mustache between his upper lip and his nose and balanced it like a pencil. "Another great exhibit. I don't know why you are holding back on p
Diary of a Madman bk II Apr 1Diary of a Madman bk II Apr 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
April 1, 2011
My father was a good man. He was a butcher at a local deli/ meat market. I never thought he was capable of butchering real people. There were lots of accusations after he murdered my mother, but none of them stuck. I never realized this as Todd but now I see that my father was fighting the same monster. He never pleaded insanity. I think being in prison was the only way he couldn't hurt anyone. Too bad, I don't see it that way. He just didn't know how to stay in charge like I did. He was an ignorant fool who couldn't balance his world like I can. The thing was he didn't hurt my mother till she threatened to leave. Maybe, he had a way of controlling it.
I have a new prospect. Her name is Angela. I introduced myself to her this morning as I attended a small writer's club. She was the only one there with those poisoned colored eyes. We have a date tonight I'll let you know how it goes.
From Angela00's Video Blog
"It's me Angela. I know you guys haven't gotten tir
Diary of a Madman August 14thAn obituary from the Liberation Times,Diary of a Madman August 14th4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Julie Stone, 26, died August 12th 1988.
Julie was born on January 8th in 1962 and attended Memorial High School where she received her High School Diploma. She excelled as an artist and had plans to attend the Liberation Community College early next year.
She is survived by her aunt, Crystal Birmingham. A small service will be provided at Liddell's Funeral Home.
I walked over to Vanessa's apartment and knocked on her door. I asked her to lunch and guess what? She said yes. And then, you won't believe this, we went to watch a movie afterwards.
I feel so much better after the other night. It's like the hunger is almost gone. Of course it won't be gone for long but at least I won't pass out anymore. That note I got in the mail was a bit creepy. But I'm in control, not him.
So I knocked out more of my book in the morning and spent time with Vanessa. What a perfect day, Diary. We get along very well and I can tell that she likes
Mushrooms - Piece 10Ryan sat alone in the dark wondering where Sam was and why she hadn't returned.Mushrooms - Piece 103 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
His imagination ran wild. Was she dead? Impossible. Was she released? Maybe. Dead? No, that couldn't happen yet.
The door opened and Sam returned. Uncle John placed her in her cage and after a long quite activity of climbing a ladder and changing the light, he let her out. Ryan was devasted.
Uncle John left the basement and Ryan watched as the girl grabbed a gallon of white paint and started to cover the mural.
"Stop! What are you doing?"
She turned around and smiled. "I'm getting out of here."
"No you're not."
Sam just smiled and began to fill the basement with the smell of paint. Ryan just watched and then we he couldn't take anymore he screamed. That's all it took for Uncle John to come down. Click. Sch-click. Clickty-click-click. Click and click the locks went.
Sam heard Ryan say, "No," before he left but it was already too late. Sam had figured a way to live longer.
Ryan stood in Uncle John
Mushrooms - Piece 1For being a basement, it finally started to feel like home, Ryan thought to himself. He had spent the last two years of his life becoming an artist, while he was kept in the darkness in the bowels of his captor's house.Mushrooms - Piece 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He wasn't alone. Lorena was about his age, sixteen, but she was still far from trying to make the best of the situation. Ryan didn't blame her.
There were a few positives to living like this and Ryan tried to take advantage with what he had. The basement he was kept in was much bigger than his old room and, more importantly, he was surrounded by all the art supplies he needed. He was currently painting the farthest wall from the stairs into a beautiful blue sky when Lorena returned with Uncle John. It was his best piece of work - his masterpiece.
The locks clicked one by one - there were a total of seven. One light lit the room - it hung, and it swayed. Ryan always became blinded when the door opened, but through that blinding light he could see Lorena's return.
Mushrooms - Piece 6"Wow, that is beautiful," Uncle John said.Mushrooms - Piece 63 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Like he knows what beautiful is? Ryan thought to himself.
Uncle John stood with his arms crossed. "You know, Ryan. I can't let you go," Uncle John said.
Ryan admired his work, almost in love with it and said, "I know."
Uncle John patted him on the back and Ryan liked it. He felt accomplished, earning Uncle John's approval was difficult.
Samantha waited for Uncle John to leave before she began to talk to Ryan. She was clean. Uncle John had bathed her after he was done with her in his bedroom hours before. "Psst," she said as she began to strip off her clothes. "Paint me," she said.
He couldn't say no, her naked body stood draped in the poor dark lighting. She was beautiful and beauty of this magnitude, must be captured he thought to himself. He caught himself saying the word captured to himself and began to wonder what the difference was between painting her body and what Uncle John was