Psycho

"Imagine if a psycho killer had a forum account. Imagine him posting the things he did..."
"Posting photos of the people he killed. It happened a long time ago back in 2009. A user called "Mach-G" posted..."strange" things on a forum called "Police NET Belgium" during a discussion about famous serial killers."
"Once again found by Aldente and posted by me. Enjoy."
Posted 6 March 2009 - 13:01 PM
Those killers are inspiration to me. I mean this fucking society created them, they killed because they needed something to "kill" their stress. I understand them killing makes us feel stronger and free, I enjoy it after a hard day in the office.
But I started this "madness." A long time ago I started as an 11 year old boy. My mother and I were alone in this world. My father left us. I never knew why and I never saw him again. My mother was always working and I stayed home watching cartoons and playing with my cat White. One day I was sitting on my living room couch with my cat, it was late so my mother was still working. I went to the bathroom and took my cat with me. He hated it when I grabbed him, he scratched me many times. I went crazy and threw him to the floor. I grabbed a pair of scissors and I cut his tail, then his ears. He was scratching me so hard I had to cut his little claws, and the rest.
My mom arrived. At the moment she saw everything I did, she sent me to a reformatory. That bitch. I believed in her, she sent me to hell, but I was the devil.
I killed a kid from the reformatory. His name was Jim, we used to play and sleep in the same dormitory. One day, I grabbed a book and threw it to his head. When I saw him in the floor unconscious, I beat him with a big book. I think it was an history book. His face was not the same. He looked like a monster. I had to hide him. I knew he was still alive. I cleaned the blood from the floor with his shirt, then I tried to hide him under my bed. I was just a 14 year old kid with no experience. I was caught by one of the guardians in the reformatory. He screamed and beat me. I woke up in the hospital when I opened my eyes. I saw mom, she was crying. On the other side of the bed I saw a pig: my dad. He asked me why, why did I almost killed my friend...
That fucker. I said, "It's not because of you Paul! (my dad's name) I do it because it's fun!"
My dad started to cry and said, "I am so sorry, forgive me." I said, "Fuck you, Paul!" I said from the bottom of my heart, "Fuck you!" My mother told me to stop while crying.
After that, she promised me to take me home again. My dad just escaped from the family again, it was just me and mommy again OH THE JOY!
After some time, I was looking for people once again, older people.
Old people are easy to kill. One of my victims was Miss Anna Goldsea, she knew me since I was a baby. She cried when I was sent to hell. She visited me in the hospital. I went to her house at night and she asked what was I doing there at night. I told her my mom wasn't home and I needed some company.
We watched TV on the sofa for about 2 hours. We laughed, we spoke. She started to get sleepy. I was waiting like a little kid on Christmas. She was sleeping now. I took my penknife out, but first I decided grab her by the neck. She woke up, I got nervous and started to slash her face. She screamed and punched me. I went crazy and I stabbed her arms, then I punched her and kicked her in the stomach. She tried to get up. I kicked her one more time in the leg. She fell to the floor. I opened her stomach like a pig, she was screaming my name. I told her to shut the fuck up. It took me some time, but her stomach is finally open. She's dead. I started to play with the lungs. I thought that the lungs were funny. Humid and bloody toys. I was a 16 year old teen but I always thought that toys were cool. After that, I watched TV for about 5 hours. I was like a businessman after drinking coffee.
I looked around me. The blood and other things all over the living room.
I had to make sure that no one would find out about this on the neighborhood. I had to get the hell out of there before I took the lady for a night walk.
I buried her in the garden with my clothes then I turned the TV off. I went to the fridge and took a piece of a cherry pie, then I washed myself and finally I took some new clothes from my school bag. I went home.
My mom was waiting for me, she was so mad. Then she asked me where was I. I told her I was in Albert's (an old friend) house. She smiled and said, "Okay, but next time call me..."
45 days passed, people were starting to talk about Miss Goldsea. She was gone. Her door was locked and the smell was horrible. Some of the people called the police. They found the body and the living room was full of bugs and rats. A group of people, including me and my mom, were outside the house watching the police taking the body and in that moment my mom looked at me. I was crying. She said, "Don't worry, she's in a good place now."
2 years passed since that day. I already made some crazy stuff, but I never got caught again.
The society made me see how things really are. The reality, we are just pieces of meat, or maybe blood bags.
No one ever saw this guy on the forum again and the account was deleted. Did he create the account just to post his story? Who knows?
Anyways, if you see someone with this name on Facebook or any other social thing just report the guy!! Cheers and remember, open your mind!
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