I'm going to kill you. No, shut up, don't laugh. This is serious. I am a very serious person. If you have received a copy of this letter then you have every reason to be afraid for your life. It is in very grave danger. If you think this note is just a prank or a joke then that will just make your death more fun for me. If you wish to continue reading then by all means, do so. If not you may try to confront me and demand answers. Use your brain. I'd like to see you try and work your way around my plan. Let me tell you in exact detail how I will kill you. No, I am not the kind that runs about with a chainsaw or an axe. I am a devious, scheming so-called madman. But this is society's opinion. But until now you may not have known my true being. This is because I am smart enough to hide my feelings so efficiently that I seem a different person altogether. Some of you tend to break through my walls with your infernal stupidity and I just barely contain myself from harming you dreadfully before I scheduled your death. Those of you who manage to find the cracks with me do not know who you are because you see nothing but my shell. Some of you will die without my, how shall I put this? Oh yes, my help. This is a time when I truly laugh. Truly. I can't wait to see that last glimmer of hope, of victory over death leave your eyes when you hear sounds of pure delight when I witness your demise. This letter was a warning. If you take it seriously or don't, I care not. Your opinion is yours and yours to keep. They will not matter when you dive in to the darkness that is death. My opinions are shareable for a school environment as my feelings are not able to leave room fir the supposed "rights" of others. I'd like to share and see the horrified looks on the faces of all but alas, that would likly have me under therapy for my apparent disorder. Is being "different" a disease? A disorder? I should think not. I know many people who do not deserve the freedom they have. What freedom, you may ask? The freedom of life, of course. I have predicted the outcome and results of many "accidents" that I have planned for several people. Their demise in imminent. It shall not be avoided. Swiftly and neatly for most. Oh, but those unfortunate people who have pushed a little too hard. The one who have pressed on in their mission: to make me like society. For those I have left a special prize. A long, slow torture. So I have bested you. Welcome to the beginning of your end. Oh, that sentence brought anger to my heart. As you may or may not know, I feel no pain or happiness. Yes, pleasure is in my bank of emotions. Pleasure is what I feel when a long hated being is finally finished, defeated. I want to see the light flicker momentarily in your eyes before they go out like a candle in the wind. You make think I'm a homicidal maniac, but no. I am the evil and hatred of every person on this Earth bubbling forth as a person. The one true mastermind of the world. And it shall be mine. This world, its people, creatures and most importantly, its souls. I will rip them from your living bodies. All for pleasure. Your pain is irrelevant. Prepare to burn.