Shhh! I'm going to stop time sweetie! The pipes have been drained. The rain is no longer wet. The sky is green! Oh my! I think I just blued myself! These colors spinning, spinning. Tinted in mind. Don't go in there! The rooms are full of creatures, lurking behind that painted door! Hahaha, praise him! Praise the gorilla! Praise the zebra. Don't be stupid, unicorns don't exist. But impossible astronauts do! Hahaha praise him. Praise him.

Yes, yes... You'll be fine... Right by my side...

With me...

Us. Together.

Conquering the world...

Hand-in-hand...

But when I become ruler, and you're no use for me anymore...

I'll lock you in my basement, and feed on your blood...

I'll scalp you and skin you and use it as leather for my new couch...

I'll cut off your toes... One by one... And when I get, hungry... Well... Say goodbye to your little piggies.

I'll rip the hair off of your head and weave it into a small quilt...

I'll blind you, and use your eyeballs as pickles...

I'll turn your stomach inside out... For, er, scientific reasons...

I'll throw your body in a closet, and watch as maggots eat you alive...

Don't worry, though, I'll always remember you as my best meal--um, best partner I've ever had.

Isn't she just swell? She looks beautiful, sitting there in the passenger seat. She's wearing her Sunday best, a must in our town if you're on the way to the fanciest diner this side of the highway. I love the way she bounces as my rat rod rambles on this old, beat up road. Her curly hair floats as if it's being held by angels. I'm the luckiest man in town. As we roll into the parking lot, we've got the pick of spots, since it's a little early for dinner tonight. I'm sure I'll have to drag her out of the car and in the door, you know how these high maintenance women are, always fussing with their make up and accessories. I lean over and give a peck on the cheek, and she doesn't budge. Oh well. I'm sure she'll warm up when we get in. I kicked open my door, and made my way to hers. Of course, like most of my dates, she's still sitting there, with the door closed, waiting for a gentleman (like me) to come over and sweep the door open and gently grab their dainty hand and escort them off their behind. Women. Pfft. Such silly creatures at times. She leans heavy on my shoulder while we walk to the door. The streets are quiet still, probably another ten minutes or so until the dinner rush hits this small town. The lights are still off and the door was ajar. Gotta love the small town mentality. We make our way to the check in counter, but no one is in sight. I gesture towards a booth next to the window, with my sweet ride in view. My date seems a little more nonchalant than the others I've had lately. The dust billows from the bench seat as I wipe it off with my pocket square. Her eyes flutter as I sit her on one side of the booth, and her hands bolt from her lap and slam into the bottom of the table. "That duct tape is six layers thick. Good luck." I wink at her as her eyes go wide and her breaths become sharp.

There was no way out of here. He knew it. Placed in a cage like a feral animal. Delirious. Days and nights went by unbeknownst to him except for an occasional flicker of light when the door opened. Footsteps on the ground told him they were coming. Murmured voices cackling. He cowers in the corner making himself as small as possible. Hoping somehow not to be seen. But they always find him. Clawing and grabbing dragging him out of his cage. Selling him to the pedophile down the street. Fifty bucks gets him ten minutes. More than what he needs. Then back in the cage until another sick bastard is looking for his fill.

I love you,

You have to be mine!

I'll chain you up in my room,

I'll take care of you and love you.

We'll live happily for ever and ever and ever!

Did I mention how much I love you?

But if you don't love me back....

Your hart will just have to do,

Stuck in a jar right next to my bed.

First I'll cut your hair and tern it into a necklace!

If your not quite I'll have to duck tape your mouth.

But do know this I'm doling this all out of love. ;)

I actually had this dream the other night. I don't know if it's abnormal but I wasn't freaking out when I woke up or anything it was all just.....normal. I'll start off where my dream actually began.

I was with a bunch of people at the spring break camping resort that looked typical for a beautiful day somewhere up in north state. Everyone I looked at was amazingly beautiful(but I was still me). They were all model material. Later on that day I was invited to a part that I didn't believe I'd be able to go to. Little did I know I was being forced to jump off the friggen 20 foot high diving board(I'm not really afraid of heights but I guess in my dream I was). I hit the water so fast that I started to drowned until this girl saved me. She looked emo and was criticized just like me. She took me to our room that I hadn't known we shared and I continued to choke on the water. A sudden urge went through me that drove me to grab a knife and start cutting myself every where..repeatedly. She begged me to stop for what felt like hours until I blacked out.

When I woke up someone was banging on my door. I looked at my arms and legs; there was nothing there. It was like it never happened. I went and opened the door and it was one of the people that had forced me to jump. He was freaking out and crying about how she was dead. I kept asking him who but all she said was she. I followed him to the same pool and looked out into the middle. It was her. The girl that saved me last night. At that moment I fell to my knees and started to cry and scream. I didn't really understand why I felt like I did. Like I had lost a friend, a sister, and a lover all at the same time. After that it all just went forward and there I was, standing at a door way with the dead girl.

She looked like a living person but apparently she had been haunting me/them and had finally had enough with it. She grabbed me and we both went flying into the pool. When I got to the surface her rotting corps was floating around me and wouldn't leave me alone. It looked like her skin had been cut with scissors and it was everywhere. One detail that I didn't miss was that she had male and female genitals. The screwed up part was that her lady dick ended up sliding across my face, as if it were a gentle hand caressing a lovers cheek when saying goodbye. Apparently that didn't bother me at all...when I was climbing out of the pool every one was hopping over the fence along the walk way of the pool an onto a fish like posterior. I ran over quickly to see what was happening. Turns out that humanity was about to be destroyed by some great destruction caused by the gods. If that wasn't enough tritons people (the son of Poseidon and Zeus' nephew) came to rescue a chosen few. Luckily I was one of them. From there it jumped to me living in a huge, mansion-like turtle shell and had obtained a merman boyfriend.

THE END

*Scrape.*

I'll show them. . .

*Sisss!*

See how *they* like it. . .

*Scrape.*

Make a fool outta me!

*Sisss*

My mind has never been so clear. The world has come into sharp focus, beyond anything I've ever experienced. They will pay for mocking me. For everything they've done to me! EVERYTHING THEY'VE PUT ME THROUGH!

I'm okay. I just got a little carried away. Oh, damn. . . I cut myself. I put the whetting stone away and set my katana off to the side, snatching up a stray rag my dad left laying from changing the oil filter last earlier today. I'm okay. . .

There's only one way out of the locker room showers and I'm blocking it. I've already strewn broken glass for feet around me, the glittering shards making any egress an unlikely success. I'm okay. . .

The first one I see, Jerry Steigler, is coming from his stall with a smirk on his face, probably thinking of some clever joke about how I'm here to suck the football team's dicks. He never gets to pronounce even one syllable, because my sword seems to have a life of its own as it whips from around my back and gets its first taste of blood. It is glorious!

I'm okay. Jerry, however, is now on his knees, both hands clutching at his throat while his eyes look up into mine, with that stupid look on his face that I hate so fucking much. . . I step forward and kick him in his stupid face and he falls back without any more effort on my part. Some of the guys have heard the noise Jerry made when he fell to the ground and have come out to investigate. Two fall before anything registers to the others.

"Oh, shit!" comes a cry before my sword buries itself in his stomach. This is marvelous! I'm not even doing anything! The sword is doing it all, and I don't have to do nothing! I'm okay. . .

Josh and Mike make a lunge at me, but they're wet and can't tackle me like they wanted to. I'm okay, though, because my sword dances out and stabs Josh in the neck after slicing into Mike's thigh. I'm okay.

I hear screams of pain behind me and I turn in time to see Stephen Dodd slip on his own blood and hit his head on the glass-covered floor. He doesn't look like he's getting up anytime soon. I'm okay. Behind me, though, some more guys are rushing at me. I'm okay, though, because my katana darts out and takes their lives from them before they can get to me.

I knew I could count on this sword.

I'm okay, because I knew that if I used a gun I'd only be able to kill six, seven people at the most, but here, now, I'm already at, what, fifteen? I'm doing good!

I'm okay, I just have to catch my breath. Even though my sword did all the killing, it feels like I did all the work. I'm okay. I look around and see only. . . *sixteen, seventeen, eighteen. . .*

Damn! They're not all here! Where could they be? I walk back out of the shower area, stabbing Steve in the throat because he looked like he might be breathing, and out into the lockerroom area. There, streaming through the doors, are a ton of cops with their guns drawn. I almost laugh! I'm okay! Didn't they know I'm invincible? I'm going to have to show them. I lift up my blood-stained sword and charge. Bullets fly.

I'm okay. . . I'm oka--

I arrive at the Scranton Mental Asylum early this day. The nurse who greeted me was very nice, it's a shame that I have to do my work with her around; but the show must go on, as they say. My work is important, and it always changes people for rest of their lives. And every now and then, my work requires my to kill someone nice; but they're there and my work must be done.

- Michael Hall

Currently, everybody is sleeping right now. This is the best time to write because all is quiet, well the voices aren't really quiet but they will be, eventually... maybe after this session.

These writing sessions help me keep my sanity, the demon that tells me to kill, well I don't really know.. but I don't think I did it.. I don't.. well I didn't. Right? I don't really know. I think the worse thing would be if I didn't remember, but I don't remember.

I didn't kill...

who me? Oh no, I'm Jeremy, nobody ever suspects me of anything, well the voices suspect me of everything but I don't always act upon it... no they're not real. Jeremy, get it together! You're fucking sick.. Here I go again. They don't ever really speak, right...

Well today, it was just another day. I slept most of the day. It wasn't until I woke up. When I woke up there was a policeman at my door, he put me in cuffs until my sister Sara came running around the corner to tell him it wasn't me. Then he let me go. Yea... just another day for Jeremy. haha, I didn't do anything.. right? I was sleeping..