Chapter 1
My name is Richard Henderson and when I was young,13, I did some fucked up shit, I use to love watching scary movies and i love the gruesome scene where the blood is everywhere just pouring out of person body but I never thought I would become a killer and kill and injure the people I love the most.
When I was 13 on a random Saturday in july, me and my brother was at home, he was talking with his girlfriend on the phone and I was watching horror movies on the couch next to him and my sister was in her room with her boyfriend and my parents were in the kitchen cooking, it smelled like meatloaf but I don't really know, it could had been spaghetti or lasagna. I was just sitting there when the killing scenes came up, he locked the door and he killed them in so many different ways with knives and guns and it looked so cool on TV that in my head I wanted to try it but in my life people kept telling me the things on TV wasn't real but something's were like documentaries, I love them when I was a kid especially the murders and the rapist in the world, but that day my thoughts turned into reality, when my parents were sleeping and my brother was in his room on the phone still, I went downstairs into the kitchen and grabbed a knife, one of those shiny butcher knives, the only things that was going through my head was blood, I walked into their room and I stabbed my dad right in his stomach and his panicking woke my mother up and she started screaming than I took the knife out his stomach and slit her throat, my brother, sister and her boyfriend ran in with their phones in their hand and my brother called the police, my sister ran on the bed to stop our dad from bleeding and her boyfriend grabbed me, I was struggling to get out his grip so I stabbed him in the leg and somehow that woke me up from what I was doing and back to reality and when I woke up all I saw was him screaming and yelling on the bed at me, "little bro, what the fuck", he screamed at me, and i dropped the knife and I ran in my room and locked the door with blood on my hands, my shirt and my face, i even remembered licking the blood off my face to see how it tasted.
I heard people knocking on the door downstairs and then I heard them walking upstairs and someone knocked on the door. I wasn't crazy and I wasn't a lunatic or a psychopath, I really don't know what I was or what I was thinking but the police burst through the door when I didn't answer and they picked me up and carried me out the door, I don't know where they was taking me but I knew I wasn't coming back home.
