UnSub's POV

I spent a while thinking about it, and I love Spencer...I really do, but I had to choose my plan. I had my plan before I had anything; I can't abandon it now. That's why I'm here, outside a strangers house.

I've changed the plan slightly. I'm no longer keeping track of the steps, but I do know that I have to kill three people tonight, because I only killed Drew last night.

I knock on the door and the man opens it. I slash his neck with the knife, and he tries to fight back, so I stab him in the lung just below his heart to finish him off. I shut his door to delay the discovery of his body, and then run two blocks over.

That kill wasn't even fun. It was really boring, it didn't give me the same thrill that it used to, I've done it too many times, it's too easy. I need to make them feel pain. I channel the anger that I feel inside, and put myself into a controlled rage. I approach the next house.

I saw this man walking around the other day, and I just knew I had to take him. I followed him home and observed him for a while, and I learnt he lives alone, so I'm going to kill him tonight. His lights are on, so I knock on his door.

When it opens, I stab the mans thigh, then his torso, next his arm, and then I keep stabbing him in the chest until I know he's dead. I calmly shut his door, and then run another 4 blocks.

I repeat the process on my next victim, and then run what feels like a mile to my car. I drive home, and on the way I think about what I did. I feel terrible about it now. I just killed three people. People who still had their whole lives ahead of them, people who had families, people who I didn't even know...

What the fuck is wrong with me?!