• Once you hear my story, you may think I’ve gone mad or even crazy. But let me tell you now, that mad mean do not use precise measurements, exact timing. Anyways, you should judge for yourself, and if you believe I went mad or crazy-ha-then I shall put your name in place of HIS! That evil reached man who shall taunt me no more!
    You see, I live in a town that nothing goes through not even the birds. I have lived here for 13 years and hated every moment of it. I have been forced to be in the same house as this man with the devil face. Every time I look at him and I want to rip his face of and give it to the devil himself. I can not go on like this. I must have a plan to destroy his face. Even if I have to kill him in the process. There is an obstacle in my way though, the questions, “How do I do it? When is the right time to? And how long should it take?
    I pondered these questions for hours. Then finally, It Hit Me! It would take a long-long time, and a lot of patience. I had all the time in the world! I could wait as long as it would take. At night I will go into the hall and slowly-carefully open the door. Then as quietly as a human being can go, I will open the door and go into his room. As I walk ever so slowly I will listen for any movement any movement at all, for if there is a single shreek from the floor or even a window, I will have to leave immediately. BUT, if there is nothing to awaken him I will move on with my plan. As I go into his sanctuary and sneak over to his bed I will open a vial, and not just any vial but a vial with acid in it. Yes, acid is my plan to ruin that face that haunts my thoughts every single day. I shall every night drop the smallest but harmless drop of acid onto his face. He will not feel a thing because sometime ago he lost feeling in his upper body. This is a flawless plan.
    So, every night I did the exact same thing at the exact same time. If you think that I am a mad man, then that is your opinion, and I shall retell this story with your name as I did Cheyenne. Ha. You know I would.
    I did this plan every night for 3 weeks, and if I do say so myself its coming out perfectly. The old geezer thinks that there age spots and that its just signs of aging. He has no idea that I am going into his room every night and putting acid into his pores. Ha. I said this would be flawless. Well, flawless until the night I dropped the acid droplet onto his leg. Luckily it was the blackest night of all, and I too was wearing my blackest clothes. So he did not see me, nor did I see him.
    I stood there for 30 minuets until he finally moved. But he did not lie back down. What he had done was get out of bed and move toward the switch. I couldn’t think of what to do! I was going to be found out! What on earth can I do! I acted by instinct and ran toward him! As the man screamed in fear and I poured the acid down his throat, and immediately the man stopped. He did not stop because it was his choice, but he couldn’t. The acid had gone through his voice box and melted it away. Then through straight to his heart.
    Yes! I have done it! I have killed him! But his face was not gone yet. So I threw what was left in the vial onto his face! Now I was done!
    To dispose of the body I cut him into pieces, and buried him in different areas under the house. One was located under the dinning room, another beneath his room, and his face under my bed.
    As I was heading back to my room the door rang. I was surprised that any one would even be awake at this time of night. When I opened the door I was very surprised.
    Supposedly the neighbor heard a small scream, and called the police. And as so, they came to see the problem. Three of them, three actual policemen on my door step asking if something was wrong. I told them no and lead them inside so they can have a search of the house.
    After a while they didn’t find a trace of anything. I asked them so calmly if they would like a seat and some coffee. They agreed and sat. At least they sat until I killed them too. They where getting to cozy, I had to dispose of them. I buried them everywhere also. “Villains!” I shrieked, ”I dissemble no more! I admit the dead! -tear up the planks- here, here! It is the beating of there hideous hearts!”