Hi. This is my diary, my name is not important. But ever since I was a kid, my parents always knew there was something wrong with me. When I was 16, we found the extent of the problem. I love to kill people, I love to torture them and watch the life slowly leave their body. I'm a loner, my only friends are the dead bodies in my old barn, until they start to stink. But there's a boy coming to town, and I don't know what that means for me...
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