I abhor Joe. Him, and the beautiful Abigail, live next door, they are my neighbors, and
we reside in Williamsburg Virginia. Every time I see him with Abigail, he gives me a
smirk, an ever-lasting smirk of mockery, which brings feelings of desolation to me.
Abigail is meant for me!! Nevertheless, she doesn’t realize my staggering appearance
and only has eyes for the displeasing Joe. Not for long though, she is going to notice that
she belongs to me.
Yes, Joe does bring such extravagant feelings of hatred, but I act, oh, so benevolent to
him. That’s because I have executed a well premeditation, thanks to my “wretched
disposition,” as the doctors said. They said it has taken a toll and effect on me, but it has
actually made me more guileful and has helped made this plan so, sooo perfectly
thought-out. I laugh as I think how much dire and bewilderness this will bring upon Joe.
For this scheme to work, Abigail needs to be absent from home, Joe needs to be home
alone, invite Joe to my dwelling for dinner, and finally bash him out unconscious when
he doesn’t realize it. Soon afterwards, I promise the beloved Abigail will be mine!
It was the day; Abigail was out of town and I conjectured it would take a while for her
arrival; so I knocked on the door and asked Joe if he’d like to eat dinner with me. Oh,
and may I say, the smile on his ingenious face; it just wants to make me chuckle thinking
that he doesn’t know what he got himself into.
Continuing, I brought him into my house and served, what he doesn’t know, his last
meal. As he finished and thanked me for his meal, I, behind his back, struck him and
dragged his insensible corpse down to the basement. I strapped his body to a chair with
some duct tape. Call me insane if you’d like, but I’m simply helping my princess by
getting rid of this roach; and replacing it with a more charming and deluxe of a person—
me.
As predicted, Joe woke up to be terrified and baffled being tied up and hearing my
“maniacal” laughter as he called it; but I’m simply enjoying myself of the thought of the
upcoming events. I held a grip of the bat in hand and thrashed it at him with such
exertion of force multiple times, causing a deform look on his head. He had gashes and
was spitting out blood, yelling and cursing at me that I’ll go to hell. I ignored him, and
finally, to satisfy my need, I dropped the bat and strangled him. With every grasp of air
he tried to get, brought joy; it was like a meter, filling up, and up until... the meter
maxed out. He’s dead. Leaving me with a smile, I made sure everything was obliterated,
the blood, the body, and the evidence. I chopped off the body parts and deposited it
into flames—into ashes.
Next day, Abigail arrives worried and crying. There is a case on missing Joe, and I am one
of the suspects. I was condemned by the neighbors, but why would I do such an act? I
fallen in sorrow like the others, oh, poor Joe, how I miss him. Ha ha ha HA! Those fools
fell for my “grief” and “sympathy” and haven’t found any evidence that I’ve done the
crime. Now I’m here consoling Abigail until she falls for my charm. I’ll never avow my
crime to anyone.