Your Midweek Update for 19/10/22

The one thing I forgot to consider about this curfew is the power of Gen Z’s not giving a shit. Technically, the police have placed a curfew on all minors in the area but after about two weeks, kids have just stopped caring and going out anyways. It’s kind of hard to arrest all of us – or, more likely, the police just don’t actually care that much – which is a terrifying concept for everyone except for me. And now I can go outside after dark without being suspicious which is such a fucking relief. But also…

Do you ever work so hard to get something and then once you get it, you have no idea what to do with it? I’ve been trapped inside for two weeks, just waiting and waiting to get out and now that it’s here, I don’t know where to start. So many people to kill in so many ways, the choices are overwhelming.

I wish I had more to report but I’ve just been doodling in my math notebook all the different methods with which I want to kill people and I just can’t decide. Do I want something bloody? Something subtle? Something quick or slow? A knife, a rope, a screwdriver? Something conventional or unusual? I have this dream of running someone over with a lawn mower but it’s autumn now so I might have to put that dream on hold.

Maybe I should go through mom’s old entries to find inspiration. Something’s gotta jump out at me. She was an incredibly creative and prolific killer.

Or maybe I just miss her and want to hear her voice.

Both, I think.

Sincerely,

Casey

Your Midweek Update for 10/12/22

Welp. The curfew is still on because surprise, surprise, they still haven’t caught the Fraternity Killer. Because that’s what they’re calling me this week – even though it makes zero sense! The victim nor the location were a fraternity so why has the media started attributing this kid’s death to college partying? Who knows. Maybe it made a better story than underage drinking at a prominent lawyer’s house.

Oh yeah. Learned that little tidbit after the fact. It wasn’t the lawyer’s son but their kid hosted the party while they were out of town. Now suddenly the news has shifted the narrative away from her house? I smell a coverup. That doesn’t matter to me so much as this fucking curfew!

Everyone at school is paranoid and angry. Teachers are less than understanding and parents are less so. It’s like the whole student body is walking around in a haze with nothing to do and nowhere to go. It’s harkening back to days we only JUST left behind and everyone is miserable.

I don’t really know what can be done, though. I can’t exactly turn myself in and with the narrative being so muddled, I doubt the police are anywhere near pinning the crime on someone. Maybe they’ll declare it cold soon. Just give up. I generally pray for the police to be shit at their jobs and be defunded – for my own reasons but also ACAB – but now more than ever, I just need them to leave it alone so everyone can get back to their lives.

I don’t feel guilty for causing this. Not a lot, anyways. So if it could just… go away? That would be great, thanks.

Sincerely,

Casey

Your Midweek Update for 10/05/22

I am big enough to admit that I might have fucked up on this one.

See, since school started, everyone has been treating me weirdly. There’s been a lot of looks and people get quiet when I walk in a room. Or they just straight up ask me how I’m feeling since my mom died and that’s better but also worse. I’m sick of it all and I just needed people to focus on something else for a bit.

So I killed one of the Juniors.

There was a party, I didn’t go but I knew it was happening so I went over there (I told James where I was because you should always tell someone where you went, if only to help find your body when you go missing). I snuck in through the back door which wasn’t hard considering most every was blasted by the time I got there. 5 minutes later, I was sneaking out the way I came, having dumped his stabbed and bled out body in a pile of passed out teens. He wouldn’t be discovered for hours but when he finally was, all hell would break loose.

Unfortunately, it broke a little too loose.

The school made the announcement on Monday morning about the kid’s death and that, in conjunction with the mayor and the local police, they would be issuing a curfew to everyone under 18. Every after school activity was cancelled, there are signs all over telling people to report any suspicion of a party. Nothing is allowed to happen after 8pm.

James tells me there are no clues about the murderer but they’re looking into his life to see if he had any enemies or crazy ex’s – because obviously some obsessed lover is the only one who can sneak into a party and stab a man to death. But apparently he was seen fighting with someone. I completely missed that but it’s a stroke of luck.

James also says the curfew will be in place until the killer is caught or the investigation is called off so it may be a while. Why did they have to pick this case to finally start caring about children? It’s very inconvenient.

Sincerely,

Casey

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Your Midweek Update for 09/28/22

Apparently buses and bus shelters are still excellent places to murder people. They’re poorly lit, they’re poorly maintained, their poorly populated. The city really does not do a great job at promoting their public transit system. Really, I’m doing them a favour.

For every minimum wage 20-something I gut with broken glass I found AT THE BUS SHELTER, the city adds 20 more dollars to their infrastructure. Maybe one day they can afford to carry the body away.

I really shouldn’t be killing minimum wage workers, sooner or later we’re going to run out of people to flip burgers. I’m the real reason bosses can’t find people to work for them. No, but for real, capitalism has created an over-inflated emphasis on productivity and profit at the expense of the worker. The real people I should be killing are the millionaires and billionaires – and I think we have a trillionaire now? Strangely, none of them take public transportation and I had a murder boner I needed quenched now.

Sorry I said boner.

But that’s what it’s like – for me at least. I get these urges and my head turns into this mantra of “kill, kill, kill.” I can quiet the mantra if I have a plan in place but the only time it’s ever completely quiet in my head is the few seconds where I’ve watched someone take their last breaths. Then, I’m so focused on the task at hand that I forget about everything else and the whole world goes silent. Then it’s just me and the body. But soon enough, the voices come back and I feel the urge all over again.

Don’t get me wrong, I love what I do. It is so fucking fun to slice a man’s throat and then poke 100 holes into his body to see him bleed out like a sieve. But there’s something about the quiet that I crave most.

So sometimes I have to kill the underdog in order to satiate my hunger until I can get to the CEO. There’s really nothing to be done. Well, the city could fix the bus shelter but that’s never going to happen.

So I’m going to keep on killing.

Sincerely,

Casey

Your Midweek Update for 09/21/22

Last week I said I would talk about the cop and the deer so here’s the story.

Last week (last Tuesday, actually, which is why I was falling asleep standing up all day Wednesday) I was disposing of a body in the woods just south of town and as I was digging, a deer walked right up to us. Just sauntered into my little patch of dirt and stood there, staring at me. It was genuinely unnerving. Have you ever had a staring contest with a deer? It’s like staring at a god. They know more than you and yet they’re at peace with the world. So I was staring into the abyss and the abyss was staring back when the deer bent down, eyes still penetrating my soul, and bit into the body on the ground.

I swear to god that’s what happened. This fucking dear – that I’m pretty sure was just some minor deity – started eating the dead woman at my feet. I didn’t want to startle the horror movie monster but I also had a vision of it not caring whether their dinner was living or dead so I needed to get out of there. It genuinely took me 20 minutes just to successfully step out of the small clearing. As soon as I was out of visually range of the demon in the woods, me and my shovel high-tailed it the fuck out of there.

No pun intended.

Cause I said “high-tailed” and deer have high…

Anyways

I finally made it through the line of trees leading to the main road; I hadn’t even stopped running when I came upon a police officer – probably doing something shady but I didn’t really get a chance to ask. He asked why I had a shovel in my hands and I was so frazzled by the local cyptid that I said the first thing that came to mind: I was burying a dead body.

He laughed because I’m adorable and innocent-looking but I was aware enough to know what a fucking mess I’d be in if that cop lived to remember me. So I offered to show him. I took him back through the woods to the spot where the woman’s body was still being torn apart and before he could fully process what he was seeing, I hit him on the back of the head with the shovel.

That didn’t scare Bambi’s mother away which was the final straw that convinced me I was hallucinating or I’d somehow died and this was my purgatory.

As I suspected, it didn’t really care what it was eating, so long as it was satiated and before I knew it, the police officer’s shoulder was being nibbled apart.

And then his fucking radio went off, informing “Officer Brown” that he’d left his post and would need to return there immediately.

You know what I did?

I walked away. In a few hours, they would go looking for Officer Brown and find whatever was left of him and the other woman. Even if they do perform an autopsy on their mangled flesh, it’s unlikely they’ll be able to put this bizarre story together. As far as I’m concerned, that deer can eat all the evidence and then waddle off to whatever cave it crawled from. I am never burying a body in that woods again.

Whatever I saw there, can fucking stay there.

Sincerely,

Casey

Your Midweek Update for 09/14/22

I slept in and I don’t have time to update or else I’ll be late for school.

Just… next week, remind me to tell you about the cop and the deer.

I don’t know how mom did this every week.

Sincerely,

Casey

Your Midweek Update for 09/07/22

I think at some point in my career, I would like to kill someone over the phone. I don’t know exactly how that would work but I’d like to actively be talking to them when they’re murdered. Think about it: it’s the perfect alibi.

I mean, my mom taught me that not needing an alibi at all is the best thing but if you do require an alibi, make it impenetrable. What is more foolproof than literally being on the phone with the victim – on the other side of the city – when they bite it. Now I just have to figure out how to kill them.

As I’m thinking about it, so much more would need to go into it. I would need to be acquainted with the victim in some way, I’d need to know their schedule or be able to perfectly control their movements when I can’t see them, I’d need some sort of machinery that I could trigger remotely and then remove from the crime scene while being an initial suspect because I reported the murder. Obviously I would be released from suspicion when the phone company confirmed my whereabouts – thank god that corporations track our every movement, right?

It's a lot. It would be a colossal undertaking but it’s not like I’m doing anything else. I mean, I’m entering my final year of school with all eyes on me because of the loss of my mother but other than that, my schedule is totally open.

Am I going to do this now?

Why wait, I guess.

Okay, then. Time to pick a victim.

The victim in the basement died after a few days. I don’t remember if I mentioned that. So that was fun while it lasted.

Sincerely,

Casey

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