Tonight's the night.
I looked down at the naked body laid on my table. Marcus Andrews. He had killed three children within a year. Raped them and slit their throats before burying them. Under normal circumstances I would consider myself a monster, but this guy was in a whole new league.
I was waiting for the body on my table to awaken and see the room I had especially prepared for him. Complete with pictures of the three girls he had hurt so terribly.
The body's eyes began to open.
'Where am I?' he asked. Always the same questions. 'What's going on?'
'Look at what you did' I was indicating the pictures of three happy, smiling children. Playing with friends, with their families. These children's bodies were now broken, as their families.
'Children?' I said, disgusted.' I could never do that'
'Children?' he began to lie 'I don't know what you're talking about'
'Oh, please – you know exactly what you did!' I always got angry when it came to children.
'Shannen Fowler aged six, Lily May Woods aged nine, Rachel Miller aged seven.' I explained, 'You RAPED them and Killed them. You disgust me.
'The body. Marcus was protesting. Trying to wriggle free of his binds. Neither would work.
I took my scalpel and sliced his cheek before placing a drop of his blood on a blood slide. My trophy. The slides help me control the chaos in my mind. Blood seems to make things make sense.
I plunged the sharp steel blade into his chest, watching the plod pour from the wound underneath the cling film.
You see, I have always been this way. Witnessing my mother's death had changed me forever. Sitting for what felt like forever in my mother's blood. But my father had taught me a code to keep me from getting caught. He had always known I was different. Damaged by my traumatic experience.
My name is Harrison Morgan and I am a serial killer.